Susan VegaBlood singsOf its own It sings to see itself again It sings to hear the voice it's known It sings to recognize the face One body split and passed along the line From the shoulder to the hip I know these bones as being mine And the curving of the lip And my question to you is: How did this come to pass? How did this one life fall so far and fast? Some are lean and some with grace, and some without; All tell the story that repeats Of a child who had been left alone at birth Left to fend and taught to fight See his eyes and how they start with light Getting colder as the pictures go Did he carry his bad luck upon his back? That bad luck we've all come to know And my question to you is: How did this come to pass? How did this one life fall so far and fast? When blood sees blood Of its own It sings to see itself again Index |
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