This is how I tell it. Oh but it's long. One Sunday morning. Oh one son is gone. I can see where they're dawning. Over the sea. My father said what I had become. No-one should be. Outside I look lived in. Like the bones in a shrine. How am I forgiven?. Oh I'll give it time. This I learned without warning. Holding my brow. In time he thought I would kill him. Oh but I didn't know how. I said it's your god I don't believe in. No your Bible can't be true. Knocked down by the long life. He cried 'I fear what waits for you'. I can hear those bells. Spoken and gone. I feel relief I feel well. Now he knows he was wrong. I am cold for my father. Frozen underground. Jesus I wouldn't bother. He belongs to me now. Something sad keeps moving. So I wandered around. I fell in love with the burden. Holding me down. Bless my mind I miss. Being told how to live. What I learned without knowing. How much more that I owe that I can give. This is how I tell it. Oh but it's long. One Sunday morning. One son is gone