Borrowed Halo

You kicked the hinge off the orchard gate Then blamed the wind for coming late You stood beside the fallen trees And told the town about your grief

Every branch becomes your stage Every ruin bears your name

You wear the thorns, you take the praise You set the fire, then bless the flames You take our wounds and call them yours Borrowed halo, who are you for?

Your photograph hangs by the shed Above the tools you never held You tell the town you saved the trees While we pull briars from our knees

Every branch becomes your stage Every ruin bears your name

You wear the thorns, you take the praise You set the fire, then bless the flames You take our wounds and call them yours Borrowed halo, who are you for?

The soil remembers every name The cold, the hunger, and the rain You never stayed to plant a seed You only came to watch us bleed

You wear the thorns, you take the praise You set the fire, then bless the flames You take our wounds and call them yours Borrowed halo, who are you for? Who are you for? Who are you for?

The gate swings once The rain comes down You took the crown We kept the ground