black ink spells emma mae sunlight breaks the dawn on bodies at a funeral/burial when they pray you make it home feeling all my brothers pain don’t know how to feel my own on another lonesome summer day when i pray you make it home i don’t have the answers where go in the end or who else we might be she was a prisoner to the cancer still sleeping with the red blanket you gave me time ahead is draped in gold fabrics you have sewn they say that kingdom will come don’t you grieve not for too long cause you know i made it home cause you know i made it home i don’t have the answers where go in the end or who else we might be she was a prisoner to the cancer still sleeping with the red blanket you gave me