Savage Saint - Emma Ruth Rundle

For every son that was not met

And cry for every one that that set

Bury in shade

That we’ll never notice

Carry the weight on your tiny shoulders

Don’t be ever forgotten

Savage saint

Quiet

Never come talking

Little faint

Oh and how we begged for you

For all those things you can’t undo

Quiet the blade that moves through daughters

Heavy the braid that breaks on your shoulders

Don’t be ever forgotten, Savage Saint

Never draw blood in the garden, Faint

Don’t be the name that’s drawing shame and

Never let your heart harden

Little flame

I held him, his short life

In my hands, in my heart

I held him, his whole life

In my hands, in my heart

Don’t be ever forgotten, Savage Saint

Never draw blood in the garden, Faint

Don’t be the name that’s drawing shame and

Never let your heart harden

Little fame