In that night
I could have swallowed you whole
Or climbed on your back to count
Each freckle, each birthmark, each goose bump
Because your skin and your bones
Are my skin and my bones
And my home can be your home
If you’ll stay here
Live our life here
In this glass case
On display
For only the lucky few
And trust me I’ll get older
And you’ll get older to
And our wrinkles will wrinkle
And our bones will crack too
And a thousand “Our fathers`” won’t heal
Our past sins and our past sins will fester
And our souls will lose
A small piece of their freedom
But they will survive
Through the winter
And summer and keep us alive
Like our fathers
And our mouths might foam
We’ll have our ankles shackled
But we’ll have stories for years
And my tears formed your tears
And our children will keep us
In frames made of stone
In time fingers are twigs
With a tissue stretched over
And loose strings and small things get lost
In the dryer
So please stay and grow old
And we’ll tally my scars
And yours to form a net to catch
All the bad dreams
And all the misery from the past
And carve our stones early
Side by side
And we’ll hide
hard candy’s in our coffins
to nibble on in our end
So come here a minute
And hold my arms up
So I can breath
Goodbye to my babies
For future’s not seen
And begin to live my dreams
In this night\
