The Things We Choose To Lose
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Jonathan Hadley
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I remember running with scissors
I remember playing with a loaded gun
(keep the blood off the rug)
I remember the cold rain on my face
When the war was finally done
(Just keep the blood of the rug)
But what I remember most
Is when I called these ashes home
What if life was meant to be heavy
What if flesh was meant to be torn
What if the overwhelming weight
Of the crosses we carry
Break our bones
Sometimes the things we choose
to lose were all that propped us up
I was born in the cold
Losing the war with my umbilical
I was born in the cold
Forgot how to fly and started
Growing old
Sometimes the things we choose
to lose were all that propped us up
Sometimes the things we choose
to lose were all that propped us up
What if life was meant to be heavy
What if flesh was meant to be torn
What if the overbearing weight of
The crosses we carry
Breaks our bones
Sometimes the things we choose
To lose were all the propped us up