All the pictures on the wall
The sand lying on the floor
The bed upstairs
Still unmade
The dust flow in the light
The people just left
All left a mess
Forgetting this and that
I’m rushing back
The front door open
The music still playing
In one room down the hall
And towels on the floor
And then it’s quiet
Just the bees and birds
The summer haze
Of the trees
And the air
Feeds it all
Feeds it all
We can all feel it
Like a light hand on your back
Welcoming you
We can all feel it
Like a light hand on your back
Welcoming you
The day before we went to war
The day before we went to war
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