The two sip wine
from small styrofoam cups
they've stolen from the general store.
The wine? Stolen from the church.
(Take and drink)
The cardboard sign rests on
the knees of the
man. A scarred face of a
woman rests on his shoulder.
The sign reads:
Will you have the backbone to seek the love we have lost? Will someone give us anything to feel?
Every day there's the dull roar
of shattering backbones.
(This cup of blood)
Jun 3, 2011
Jun 3, 2011 at 4:48 PM UTC
The two sip wine
from small styrofoam cups
they've stolen from the general store.
The wine? Stolen from the church.
(Take and drink)
The cardboard sign rests on
the knees of the
man. A scarred face of a
woman rests on his shoulder.
The sign reads:
Will you have the backbone to seek the love we have lost? Will someone give us anything to feel?
Every day there's the dull roar
of shattering backbones.
(This cup of blood)
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