Parade of bones, ride high
Filling up the whole sky,
Past where my hands can't reach.
Bleached by sun and twisting,
Hanging like chimes singing.
Dance on, something like free.
You'll be gone tomorrow,
Split and cracked for marrow,
Pouring out your lifeblood.
Down below, the living
Never got forgiving,
And it sure ain't easy.
I cannot remember people I never met. I can't tell the tales I was never told. How will they know me if I can't know them?