The Author Protomartyr

[Verse 1]
Now I'm gonna tell you
This one born upon a kitchen table
When she passed away
Sleeping cross the shoulder of my brother

[Verse 2]
Can I make you see
The simple beauty in the knowing of her?
If there's good in me
Chant it out to her
She is the author

[Bridge]
Sing it fully in the morning
Chant it wildly in the day
Pray to lovers in the evening
Cry it softly in the night

[Verse 3]
Time's your enemy
Every gift you see will be taken for sure
So I figure while you live
Kiss the ones that love you
For thе song you sing