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