As you speak in the cold air,
Steam comes from your lips like a locomotive.
Lying on our backs, the grass becomes railroad tracks
As we gaze into the night for answers
On our way back home.
We have seen, we all have heard
Father’s actions and Mother’s words.
So we do all we can to fight the broken and the bent
Parts of us only to break and bend them further
On our way back home.
Baptize us in the summer time.
We’ll watch the water bead off broken bodies.
Lying in the sun, we are golden and undone
Like the river out from which we just came dancing
On our way back home.
As you speak in the cold air,
Steam rolls from your lips like a locomotive.
Lying on our backs, the grass becomes railroad tracks
As we gaze into the night for answers
On our way back home.
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