The western wall with old French doors
chipped the whitewash when we were bored
to only find the brickwork underneath
Those leather books on dusty shelves
house solid proof of our younger selves
we dare not open anything like that
The rustic scents of this dying age
will stay with us after we change
from creatures into statues into dirt
And in the mornings timid glow
we could shed these rags and grow our own
and leave no trace of anything naive
The train to Boston quickly stirred
our ancient dreams of perfect worlds
and we grew up faster than we had in years
We've too gone far from all who cared
Now no one seems to know we're scared
that if we sleep we might just look our age
So the night was made of tired laughs
Familiar stories over thunderclaps
as we tried to milk the hours clean and dry
The windows have been open for three days
so far it hasn't rained
So when Jesus calls our names
we will hear for sure his praise
to us for knowing what we gave
We gave our childhood
the precious evening
our very likeness with
grass stained knees
we gave our home
we fled the country
and our careless meaning
of piled leaves
we gave
our winter games and our tarnished crowns
to the safety of the soil where our feet are sweetly bound
our final leaps for old rusted gold
no longer out of reach now, so we're wishing we were bold
enough to
try once more
and know for sure
our worth
And in the mornings timid glow
we shed those rags and grew our own
and left no trace so no one would believe
when Jesus calls our names
we will hear for sure his praise
to us for knowing what we gave
We gave our childhood
the precious evening
our very likeness with
grass stained knees
we gave our home
we fled the country
and our careless meaning
of piled leaves
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