Steven

We found you in a hole, ten feet underground.
And with your body stolen you were openly found.
And I held you like a father would have done.
I held you like a brother, held you like a son.

But you turned your back on me
You turned your back on all I gave you
And I turned my face from what you did.

For ten months I ignored you passing you on the street
I acted like a sailor who abandoned the fleet.
And everyone crowded around you; they all looked at what was done
And while my heart sat there breaking, they held you like a son.

Where did you go?
I'd like to find you but I left you alone.
I let you march into the battlefield of home.
And the masses engulfed you
With their lazy arms they surrounded you
They strangled you and they hugged you:
The way I had that night.