With the weeds in the field
With the sand on the shore
With the foam on the waves
With the light through the door
Their feet leave no stain
Their hands leave no heat
Their eyes see no stars
Their lips do not speak
With the dog on the roof
With the fish on the dirt
With the snake on the road
With the tears and the hurt
Their words make no sense
Their lies give no peace
Leave their empty embrace
Like a dove I'm released
With the spoon on the floor
With the book in the trash
With the smudge on the mirror
With the flavor of ash
They turn from the sun
They hide from the breeze
The trip on the stones
I stand firm they retreat