This is us
Out of quarantine
This is us without arms
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Honor your self
What’s really going on ?
It’s not even fall yet
What happens next?
We live in a political world
Get your food supply
Take care of yourself
Make good art
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Quiet yourself
Trust yourself
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How is it
That we make it as a team
And get through this
We all are a community
We are all citizens
We rise and fall together
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Get your food supply
Maybe
We just want to live
Don’t want to die
Maybe
We just want the chance to cry
To grieve
To ask the questions why
Lately
It fills the bones
This pain
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A lifetime of remembering names …
Can we believe the truth
Do we really want to know …
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Maybe we are all the same
We just want to live
We just want to cry
We just want to dream
To ask the questions why
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Maybe nobody knows what’s going to be
But we can believe the way it ought to be
Stand by me
Stand by me
I think together we could make things
The way they ought to be
Will my heart stand tall?
Can you hear my call ?
When the mountains fall ?
Will you be there ?
When the wall comes down
Could we reach inside
And over this
Can we reach
Better days
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Now
We’ve been young
We’ve been old
We’ve been bought
We’ve been sold
Can we reach inside
And over these walls
Can we talk tonight
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Will a heart stand tall
Will you hear my call
When the mountains fall…
Could we reach inside
And over this …
In a ditch
Up a cliff
It’s a weird feeling
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You
Feel
Something is expected
But you don’t know
What it is…
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You see it all projected
But you can’t read the headlines
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These days
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Talk about
Your doomesday state of mind
All the colour from the sunrise
Fades…
Worn through
Bleached out
I’m cut open
Like the emptiness inside of this room
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She says
Tell me again
How I’m too much
And never enough
And
The way we landed
From sky high
To these trenches
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They said we would always have ….
And they said
Even gods and angels
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The hurricane is coming
How hungry will you be
Esau sold his birthright for a bowl of stew
Jacob wrestled God until morning
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It feels like a 100 lb anvil in the center of my chest
I keep looking for truth
Keep looking for you
But all I see
Is these rains
These days
This hurricane
Maybe we didn’t realize what we had.
We sat at the bar every weekend talking about the virus. It was this fog in the distance. Like a whale under water, all you could see was the blurred image.
D, would come in with her pro roe shirts and explain her newest tattoo, there across her ribs.
We became this community,
A, bought me a drink and would explain how she backpacked Europe in the ‘70s
Sure, age was just a number, but it was also a feeling she said. You’re as old as you feel, she looked over at a girl dancing;
Once you get a certain age or feeling, you’re invisible and that is so much worse than dying. Enjoy it, you only live once. she said.
We were all there.
Maybe we didn’t know what we had.
We worked all week.
We were relaxing.
And now we are different. We’ve grown, we’re older, softer, stronger, We’ve never been here before…
And I wonder what stories we will tell…
When we are all together again.
If we would be so present
We could all hear the others heartbeat.
This is us.
In these very small, extraordinary moments….
They flash by us
Becoming a year
A wrinkle on our skin
A grey hair
Part of us
Leaving it’s mark…
This is our lives.
