When you feel your own skin,
And murmurer your name.
Do you feel lost?
Like you're new, and you've never hurt?
Or do you remember your wife,
And children.
The feel of their skin and names on your lips;
The storms in their eyes.
The promises you've never kept.
Did you feel the rain on your back, while the storms raged on?
While 100 women took our places, and kept you warm.
While we shivered without a roof.
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
When you feel your own skin,
And murmurer your name.
Do you feel lost?
Like you're new, and you've never hurt?
Or do you remember your wife,
And children.
The feel of their skin and names on your lips;
The storms in their eyes.
The promises you've never kept.
Did you feel the rain on your back, while the storms raged on?
While 100 women took our places, and kept you warm.
While we shivered without a roof.
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