John James
You weren't born on a cloud
And from a garden you did not sprout
The only son not yet versed
On how to smother fears that need to burst

Vanishing cabinets
And bottles filled with fuel
'cause they were never shown
The golden rules

Salt saturating your eyes
You bite your cheeks 'cause
Boys don't cry

And I'm sorry they didn't
Handle you gracefully
Or listen to your small voice
Ever so patiently

'Cause your matter's made of
Stardust in my eyes
And your sacred stature
Took me by surprise
So I will catch you
When your walls are tumbling down
Don't worry, don't fret
You won't need them here on our ground

In this union is where
We've been found
So I will catch you
When your walls are tumbling down