Death Nesting - The Light That Stayed

The morning comes slow, the fog and the rain, Same tired soul, same ache again. I still sweep the leaves from the old stone rows, Same shovel, same calloused hands I know. Some days the silence feels kind enough, Other days the quiet’s too fucking rough. Still I scrape the moss, still I tend the ground, ‘Cause work’s the only thing that keeps me sound. There’s a light that stayed when the rest went black, A glow in the dark I can’t do without. It don’t make peace, it don’t erase pain, It’s a memory burnin’ in the work I’ve done, It don’t burn bright, but it helps me see — A light that keeps me walkin’ through the pouring rain. I’ve seen too much to believe in signs, But sometimes the wind hums an old line. I stop for a while and breathe it in, Then go right back to the work again. There’s a light that stayed when the rest went black, A glow in the dark I can’t do without. It don’t make peace, it don’t erase pain, It’s a memory burnin’ in the work I’ve done, It don’t burn bright, but it helps me see — A light that keeps me walkin’ through the pouring rain. Grief don’t leave, Ain’t no fixin’ it, You live with the weight ‘til it feels like skin, You carry it quiet, and start again. Night creeps in with the smell of rain, My back still gnawing a steady pain. The world don’t stop, it never will, But somehow I’m still standin’ here. There’s a light that stayed when the rest went black, A glow in the dark I can’t do without. It don’t make peace, it don’t erase pain, It’s a memory burnin’ in the work I’ve done, It don’t burn bright, but it helps me see, It’s a light that keeps me walkin’ on when I can’t stand. There’s a light that stayed when the rest went black, A glow in the dark I can’t do without. It don’t make peace, it don’t erase pain, It’s a memory burnin’ in the work I’ve done, It don’t burn bright, but it helps me see, It’s a light that keeps me walkin’ on…