Ellie-Bridie Jackson and the Arbour
Nothing goes unknown
Even sounds of growing bones
Rain on a tin roof, the noise of tears
from those with past beyond their breathing years
Press your body to the wall
Voices rise and fall
in your heart and in your ears
the endless hum of fear
One side of a lockless door
Raised on scorn
But you don’t know what for
A harvest of regret for a life unknown
Yet you are kind even when alone
Press your body to the wall
Voices rise and fall
in your heart and in your ears
the endless hum of fear
If innocence is an absence of action
we’re as pure as things un-grown