empty sky
live and die
cry and try
the crib mobile pays simple soothing disturbing music
rain falls in the nursery
no sirree, yessirree
disappearing into this ghost of a floor
that was built from planks of love and hope
now carpeted in fears come alive
see me
see me
you are my son
like Dad's own cloud
i stand here in the night
waiting for a first word that never comes
how can i unhang these pictures, box these toys, paint these walls
live and die, empty sky
live and die, empty sky
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