If you listen close
and you hear just right
a sisters words can chew
through a phone line buzz
or little boys that cuss
because they want to know your name.
And our lady girl
who loved the world
but bit a jackrabbit in half;
on her dying day I heard her say:
"If only they were not so fast."
So just remember that.
We are five feet tall
and only skin tied to tired bones by veins.
You're my brother's hands
and I'm your mother's face,
but you're only yours to claim.
You are only yours to claim.
