Emma Ruth Rundle - Savage Saint lyrics

For every son that was not met And cry for every one that that set Bury in shade That we"ll never notice Carry the weight on your tiny shoulders Don't be ever forgotten Savage saint Quiet Never come talking Little faint Oh and how we begged for you For all those things you can't undo Quiet the blade that moves through daughters Heavy the braid that breaks on your shoulders Don't be ever forgotten, Savage Saint Never draw blood in the garden, Faint Don't be the name that's drawing shame and Never let your heart harden Little flame I held him, his short life In my hands, in my heart I held him, his whole life In my hands, in my heart Don't be ever forgotten, Savage Saint Never draw blood in the garden, Faint Don't be the name that's drawing shame and Never let your heart harden Little fame