BabyGrace
Refugee
all that's left to hold
when this tide has swept through
is the whitened bones
structured imagination
and sorrowful delusion
the quiet echo of a child's laughter
slowly fades into the growing twilight
rasping breath over piles
mountains of shoes, hair
don't dream
there's nothing out there
nothing crawls back to choke you
haunted the rest of your days
they were people people like you and me
people who cared
or so we thought
when this tide has swept through
is the whitened bones
structured imagination
and sorrowful delusion
the quiet echo of a child's laughter
slowly fades into the growing twilight
rasping breath over piles
mountains of shoes, hair
don't dream
there's nothing out there
nothing crawls back to choke you
haunted the rest of your days
they were people people like you and me
people who cared
or so we thought