how can i begin to comprehend my every sin   or at least describe it?   i have had it up and down my throat is shoved   with voices that can't say enough   it's drowning my own   i see the sense in its belief   i see the tension underneath   disfigures my often dying memory   little boy alone and all   standing by the altar small and trying for a miracle   staring at the candle flame   i heard that it will call your name   if you have faith   but not a trace   when i wake up often wondered   "did i dream?"   growing up with minor falls   major falls have made their calls   a stranger in his own wake   i listened to my mum and dad   the best a child could ever have   i owe it all to them.