here in the midst, losing face and taking hits will you recognize what's left?(I wonder) you place my hand upon your lips
where that dog bit you as a kid and whisper “Northstar, Sacred Heart, know me by my scars”
“we don’t fear the light, we face it we don’t tell the truth, we taste it
we don’t share the blame, we place it we don’t keep the peace”

fire in our chests and gleaming phosphorescent steps gleaned from every past sunset
each dilemma turned new rosetta our hands and fates interlaced and with our voices raised

we don’t fear the light, we face it we don’t tell the truth, we taste it
we don’t share the blame, we place it we don’t keep the peace, we make it

midnight, and searching for a blue sky midstream, and I can feel the pull midlife, I’ve had a lot on my mind midwife, with both my hands full

high time for us to put it plainly high tide, and everything’s adrift
low note, I’m leaning in and straining low light, and hard to read your lips

last call come like a thousand trumpets last rites prayed as a last resort
last gasp I finally found the courage last laugh when it was yours

“Northstar, Sacred Heart, know me by my scars.”