The ghosts moored their boats upon the shore with hands and ropes they plucked the trembling stars and the sound of bones rattled on the wind and the salt of tears dropping in the sand
The bones of birds and children beneath me lie the blood of stars, the blood of stars
The whispered sin on a guiltless knife the silenced ring of a bullet in a life we hid ourselves in the stitching of a myth we hid by words in the history we bid
The bones of birds and children beneath me lie the blood of stars on your hands and mine the blood of stars, the blood of stars
when the fight was lost they fell with broken hearts a wound of a thousand cuts and a scar to last the ages
