Iron Feather - Wovenhand

I must miss you

Under the ashen sky

And out from among them

You and you

Those who spin as glass

On this iron ship

Into their own hands cast

Oh it is this sad news

That has traveled so fast

All these tears

Gather together

Down your cheek

Your neck and feathers

All these tears

Letter by letter

They must be found

While still day

As dead men do

Do not find their way

Beneath the cedars

The cedars of Lebanon they

All these tears

Gather together

Down your cheek

Your neck and feathers

All these tears

Feather fell a voice

A calling answer there

To the hearing soul

The soul in the hollow square