Blood calls to blood
yet blood turns cold
The oldest wound
never fully closes its hold
A table set for many
but half the chairs stay bare
Silence where there once was laughter
nobody says they care
You share a name
a face, a past
Yet strangers offer warmth
that family cannot last
The ones who watched you stumble
who knew you at your worst
somehow those are often
the ones who cut the first
Christmas comes like clockwork
So does the old pain
You toast to nothing real
then drive home in the rain
You cannot choose your bloodline
though you wish you could
You love them out of duty
where love once was good
They gather when you're buried
speak kindly of your name
Strange how death makes peacemakers
of those who fanned the flame.
Blood calls to blood
yet blood turns cold
The oldest wound
never fully closes its hold
A table set for many
but half the chairs stay bare
Silence where there once was laughter
nobody says they care
You share a name
a face, a past
Yet strangers offer warmth
that family cannot last
The ones who watched you stumble
who knew you at your worst
somehow those are often
the ones who cut the first
Christmas comes like clockwork
So does the old pain
You toast to nothing real
then drive home in the rain
You cannot choose your bloodline
though you wish you could
You love them out of duty
where love once was good
They gather when you're buried
speak kindly of your name
Strange how death makes peacemakers
of those who fanned the flame.
