Let Me In - Marika Hackman

Oh let me in

The air out here is thick

And I’ve grown thin

Been choking on the wind

Retching through my skin

Coughing up love that tastes like spring

Green and starved of oxygen

But I could be the light

Blaze my own damn trail and you’ll follow

To a cruel, hard heartland

I’m a cruel, hard heartland

Grey charcoal blue

Stretched across the sky

This lonely moon

Leaves footprints in my shoes

Wonders through my bed

Strokes my paper face and combs my head

Speaking silent words with hands instead

She could be the light

Help me blaze a trail and they’ll follow

To a cruel, hard heartland

I’m a cruel, hard heartland

To the east I raise my cup

Rise at dawn and wake my sluggish heart

Beat life again

I am ready now, wasn’t ready then

I plunged into the lake to hide my tears

Conceal my salty fears

Heaving on the grass

Gasping at the air, the sky went dark

The fire broke apart

We slept at last

When the embers die

Then I’ll take your hand and lead you there

To a cruel, hard heartland

I’m a cruel, hard heartland