Getting Sodas

We are the walls in formless shapes

The overbearing weight

This house weighs heavy on my mind

Erasing tapes, undocumented faiths

Took down your pictures and your belongings

In boxes buried under the soil

In the yard behind our tree, you’ll wait

Wrote tiny poems through the lines of my hands

Little birds flew by me. The wind’s been calling your name south

In pursuit of foreign lands

Can’t go back. Where’s your tact?

Where’s your grace?

Where are the things you replace?

Are our words more than sound?

We cut the air and we’ve found

To lose your faith in the world is to lose faith in yourself

We are ghosts in your homes

We travel under the floor

And when our voices fail us we will find new ways to sing

When our bodies fail we’ll find joy in the peace that it brings

The world is a beautiful place but we have to make it that way

The world is a beautiful place but we have to make it that way

Whenever you find home we’ll make it more than just a shelter

And if everyone belongs there it will hold us all together

If you’re afraid to die, then so am I

The world is a beautiful place but we have to make it that way

Whenever you find home we’ll make it more than just a shelter

And if everyone belongs there it will hold us all together

If you’re afraid to die, then so am I