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And I miss home
And I miss the closets, the windows, the hallways
And when we are gone, who will keep up the garden?
Like a mother calling her boy, I am so unsafe
She can't do it alone
But there's nothing stronger than her prayers
Nothing stronger than the smell of reds
My fathers reds
Under bridges waiting to look forward
Waiting for rushes ends
Living in the moment is the homeless mantra
They know the busiest streets
All we have, all we have
All we have is letting sleeping dogs lay
All we have, all we have
All we have is letting sleeping dogs lay
Your face lit up and for once
I enjoyed where I was
The truth is, jade plants die
The truth is, muscles atrophy
Softening your skin and hardening mine
Everyone cares
Every eye carelessly tiptoes around you
Watching you
They'll wear black ties
And as they applaud, I'll count claps
Like the fig tree the master cursed
The arms that gave us life
Take so much more
Annons