The kids have a new take, a new take on faith. Pick up the pieces, get carried away.. I came home to a city half-erased.. I came home to face what we faced..
Where's the silver necklace you never wear anymore?. Does it hurt just to see that thing?. Where's the sense in holding on to the lie. That has cast such a shadow on the both of us.
This light at the end of the day. When even the highways seem still. The map in my hands folded shut. . There isn't one magical word. But a carnival of them instead.