For Sunday   For 17 years I've let this go, I've let this go   No one cares now, not even I now,   that this familiar place has never once felt like home   So when you think that you have the right to say,   why doesn't your heart burn like ours?   I'll let the ashes go, this wound you can't replace   No one including you cared to comfort the flame   Because you can't see me,   so don't pretend like I owe it to you, like you saved me   It's not of your hands   I owe nothing to you   You never reached out when I needed anyone   But when voices sing and lift to promises that I've never seen,   then and only then do I truly feel home in this hope   So befriend me and smile to my face, I swear I'm lying this time   I've never been so far away when these regrets are worthless to me   And God why do I blame them?   I'm begging you to forgive me   But when voices sing and lift to promises that I've never seen,   then and only then do I feel home in a hope that will embrace the sky