Shattered In Aspect

So you've returned to lengthen my shadow
To once again shatter my windows
Oh what a child will feel
When the home is hell
Hands loom and fall
Waiting for the pen to move
With arms too wide to hold just one
Too small to heal the world go on
Were it but words that called me home
Relayed the dream that beckoned you beyond
Every injured soul
Needs a silent hand to hold
Someone to break
Pleading for the heart to hate
With arms to wide to hold just one
Too small to heal the world go on
Hell is an empty house haunted by a child's voice