Everyone I’ve ever known has a house but not a home, and they don’t know what I know. They don’t see what’s in these walls, they never laid a stone. I wish I could told her it don’t matter now even if I’d known. So little left of you, some dirt that’s baked to stone, some trees where there were none.
With my head under the earth, I can hear the breathing of the people here before your weight is up above me, like a blanket made of wood or made of stone.
Oh I’m coming back to you, I’m doing as he did. You will be my life as I was to you’
There’s a hand upon my back pushing me to run down the hill into the stream. I will climb you like a tree, up into the rafters with your hands under my feet. I wish I could show her but it don’t matter now, even if I’d known. So little left of you, some dirt that’s baked to stone, some trees where there were none.
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