A Dispensable Confession
Your smile is ready; it’s going to be a tough day.
Bags and bags lay across your back
A famous name is etched across your chest
You feel like you can fly and stop breathing.
Marching along the riverbank, the sharp rocks
Stab through your shoes to your toes
Your bag jostles with the sound of weight
Keeping in tune with a hundred steps
The sun is high, sweat drips from your neck
Soaking your shirt, revealing then perfect skin.
Arriving at the peeling walls, they are waiting
Dogs wagging hairless tails, tongues lolling
You carry with you a day’s worth of joy.
Wrinkled palms grip your steady hands, flies circling
Feasting on thick, sweet-smelling scabs
Thin, sagging breasts and blackened gums
Somewhere there is dark grey smoke
Someone shouts orders, your turn to move
Crying in the next room, that’s nothing new
A long line forms in front of you, you feel your life
Emptying and filling with blessed noise.
There's a certain strength found in your newly baked hands.
A certain roughness that's perfectly ruined.
You smile at those strangers and their hearts break
They smile back expectantly at you and you think
I've got nothing of what you already have
And I've got more of what you'll always need.
That was the end of your story.
We both cry because it’s sad, it's a lot.
Because you so love the world
The world wants you dead before their very eyes.
There's a need out there, and it eclipses mine
And after all, I want you to stay.
Right now it's the ugliest thing anyone can hear.
Bags and bags lay across your back
A famous name is etched across your chest
You feel like you can fly and stop breathing.
Marching along the riverbank, the sharp rocks
Stab through your shoes to your toes
Your bag jostles with the sound of weight
Keeping in tune with a hundred steps
The sun is high, sweat drips from your neck
Soaking your shirt, revealing then perfect skin.
Arriving at the peeling walls, they are waiting
Dogs wagging hairless tails, tongues lolling
You carry with you a day’s worth of joy.
Wrinkled palms grip your steady hands, flies circling
Feasting on thick, sweet-smelling scabs
Thin, sagging breasts and blackened gums
Somewhere there is dark grey smoke
Someone shouts orders, your turn to move
Crying in the next room, that’s nothing new
A long line forms in front of you, you feel your life
Emptying and filling with blessed noise.
There's a certain strength found in your newly baked hands.
A certain roughness that's perfectly ruined.
You smile at those strangers and their hearts break
They smile back expectantly at you and you think
I've got nothing of what you already have
And I've got more of what you'll always need.
That was the end of your story.
We both cry because it’s sad, it's a lot.
Because you so love the world
The world wants you dead before their very eyes.
There's a need out there, and it eclipses mine
And after all, I want you to stay.
Right now it's the ugliest thing anyone can hear.