( this is for anyone who misses their children. ) He hands me the key That carves out your name It opens the door To the glass house of stones He says I'll need it when your gone Twenty-seven windowpanes Twentyseven names for tears Now I stand in this house alone Surrounded by your shadow And a bunch of heart shaped stones And through the sound of breaking glass With every stone that I cast I shout your name into the wind Praying my voice will carry you home