Monday, January 5, 2009

53rd

i see you from behind this glass window while i'm looking down

i put on my headphones to drown out the sounds

you're walking so militantly escorted by your dread

can't put this behind you, everything that he said

it's only the truth

this glass isn't bulletproof

the surface changes and you shift within my view

where there was once one of you, now there is two

pressure from your weight on the concrete pushes you further away

and with hearts so heavy, it's harder for us to pray

there is only one way to die

sometimes we don't even try

if you don't know where to go, you can come to me

it's as much mine as it is your responsibility

there is time for me and there is time for you,

you can come home, these sidewalks will be lined with flowers soon

i see you from behind this glass window while i'm looking down

even from this height, you've seen more of this town

where a chill can break your heat and leave you always cold

your voice is amplified by voices, you just wish they could have told

you something that was true

this glass isn't bulletproof

if you don't know where to go, you can come to me

it's as much mine as it is your responsibility

there is time for me and there is time for you,

you can come home, these sidewalks will be lined with flowers soon

everything will be pretty soon.



2006

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