Monday, February 2, 2009

Broken Crutch

long nights of walking through the fire
keep your head down and your chin up

sleep long enough to stay awake
keep your voice down and your spirits up

I sent you pictures to stare at when you sleep
to remind you of all that's left behind

I tell you stories to fill your head up
to keep everyone on your mind

and I can see you crawling but I can't tell you where to go

sons and daughters, mothers and fathers
sisters and brothers and every other
slipping into a dream
and I'd dream - I could bring them all back
but they just fade away with the wind

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