Ribbons, pins, and stars
Relics of his stories never told
The pain and the pride
And questions in his eyes
How it is that he came back home
I never turned my gaze
To the stage
Do you know my name
Am I the one to blame
For never finding you
And making you hear me
Everyone's the same
Or maybe it's the way
The silence makes
Everything a scream
Rosary beads
Carried in her pocket through the snow
Greeting the sun
Filtering through colored glass
Alone, then back home
Should I have turned my gaze
To the stage
Do you know my name
Am I the one to blame
For never finding you
And making you hear me
Everyone's the same
Or maybe it's the way
The silence makes
Everything a scream
Do you know my name
Am I the one to blame
For never finding you
And making you hear me
Everyone's the same
Or maybe it's the way
The silence makes
Everything a scream
Everything
Everything
Not a word
A word
A word