Royal Robes

Royal Robes

WRITTEN BY: CAMERON BLAKE

Underneath my royal robe there’s a chest of skin and flesh and bone
that’s breathing in and out
Underneath my open ribs where I’ve locked away my tenderness comes a thunder of a sound

My heart is pumping with the blood that has returned
My cheeks are gaining color with each new twist and turn
But my robe is dirtied with each lesson you’re learning and each tear of grace
that we can’t earn
that we can’t earn

Underneath your little toes there’s an empty world you had to know
and discover on your own
Love is patient, love is kind and when you make some more mistakes like mine
you’ll need a different kind

I see you running to the place that you’ve called home
I’ll hold you shaking in the desert and the cold
But my robe is dirtied with each lesson you’re learning and each tear of grace
that we can’t earn
that we can’t earn

Father, father, father, father
My crown is shrinking

Daughter, daughter, daughter, daughter
My eyes are weeping

I will take these tattered clothes and turn them back to royal robes
with no debt for you to owe

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