Joe Pug
Ours
Ours are homes we never chose.Far from anyone we know.Taps with every faucet on.Lamps that light an empty lawn.So we took what we inheritedand we dug a hole to bury it,all our property and marriages.All we wanted was a narrativethat was ours.It was ours.Ours are ramps that never rest.Carved from countless heavy steps.Stairs with every stringer worn.Wind where they have wound before.So we threw away the atlases,all the heavy ones they handed us.They called us everything but savages,but we found a couple passagesthat were ours.That were ours.Letras de cancionesSo we spoke in lower registersthan the merchants and the ministers.We were little more than whisperers.But we found a couple listeners,they were ours.They were ours.
From Letras Mania