Open Arms

Hey Rosetta

Open arms
I was starved
White desert ground
I was dry
A hungry child

I lived my life dotted 'I's
Knotted fingers toed the line

I lived my life dotted 'I's
These knotted fingers toed the line
Then your open arms, your open arms, your open arms

I've been crying all of my life I guess
And all my smiles were just cringing and tired
Now your sleeves are drying my eyes
I find these bleary sights are cuff polished and bright

I've been crying all of my life
But here entwined in sinew and fire