i was in the town where my forefathers
made their homes in the sands of the river
carried from the mountains of the north
the silt that gave life to the trees up north
when the rains fell it would seem like another world
when the rains fell the fish would be left on the shore
when the rains fell the river would bring with it all
the people of the west fled from their homes
he was 6 when they sent him away from home
before he went he would sit on the banks
watching the people settle on the other side
they had nothing they ate what they could find
even when the fish would rot they had nothing left
even when the water would be overrun with waste
even when the monsoons bring with it life and death
the people from the west would be piling us all high
in the funeral fires
i was born in small town dibrugarh
my dad was out training for the rise of the bomb makers
we moved where the wind would take us
we moved to the city where we dealt with deal breakers
i heard stories of the rising empire
the godkings with their elephants for hire of old
i heard of the birds that would come there
as they fled their cold snow white lairs they called home
we lived in a 1 room apartment
my sister and me screamt over the remote next
i was in love with the girl next door
we would exchange our vows on secret corner floors
i haven't seen her in twelve years
i don't even know if i want to see her again
my sister and me don't really speak no more
maybe its the distance maybe we're too left alone
cars took mother into the blood red sands
dad forced needles into his dark hands
friends that she cant remember fall apart
living in this tumbling house of cards
i'm far from the demons that may haunt us
drifter i spoke my minds from our curse
i was arrested four times for their crimes
i was arrested and a 100 lashes i paid mine
they came before a wedding they came with their dogs
their beards hide nothing just the scars of our hurt
god came god saw god knows nothing more
like the prophets he lies like they lied before
if i can die for something forced on me
what have you to say as you stone me
i am all of 16
somewhere
here where
back of a townhouse
we tear
will you let me in
red shirt and a walk to the park
i will leave my thoughts in the dark
colour blue
a gift to choose
you wanted to make up
where i loose
will i see now about
turning and we walk
and i will leave my shoes in the dark
to think there was a time
when we burnt our houses down
to think there was a time
when we used our knives out
i was there to see it come down with us
then i heard them talk with your voice
i was there by the river asleep
then i heard them scream with your voice
to think there was a time
when we would dress in fives
to think there was a time
when we would lock our eyes
you were there by the trains gleaming
then you heard someone else speak
you were there with your arms outstreched
then you turned into someone elses dream
and i would rather be
somewhere else
i would rather be
dreaming
than be like you
about
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