the garden grows wild
the graveyard is ours
each tear to water
the stepping stones
monuments
and cornerstones
in a breaking home
each laugh to cut
the cold clear streams
through granite boulders
each yell to shake
the earth beneath
each word for me to hang on
each drop for me to drink
run to make the foxes flee
smoke the song in memory
each footstep a way to realize
i began to seek and find
and my life began to break me
and i know the days
they got too dark
for us to see
but i'm okay with waking up
to pounding feet
slamming screens
children's voices
and all my choices
fade to green
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