One by one they fall
The bridges in the betweenness
The canoes that ferry these heartaches
Sleepless, too drunk, too salty, too poor
Stains of the past watching
I fought for every piece I now own
Broken amen, tired feet, dried lips
Empty pockets, pauper of a lover
Pierced in the heart
I am becoming another sea again
Do you hear, love is the newest currency
Sweeping dust into the eyes of the kind
A blind generation, full of silly complaints
One by one they fall
Every hope that holds concrete
Every memory the soul remembers
Every murmur that keeps a promise
One by one they fall
On these starving chests of the earth.
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