Polar Bears And Cubs
As a son, as a brother, speak to you father and brother we speak the words we know, feel the ways we feel. we ran - barefoot among woods, reaching up like giants - fingers outstretched, brushing the sky. we don't trade days like that in, left part of ourselves behind those doors. there are moments that never leave. so vivid, as if only this morning. a city which stole you away. cold april, can you remember it as clear? without warning, without notice to one. can't recall the sound of your voice, or hand in hand. so tell me stories, help me to remember - you paint the pictures, sleepless nights, sparse words, streaks like rain - picked up our pieces to never fall apart. the three move on, grow on, remember