Cerca

Even the rusted window will close
and every songbird will hold his tongue.
Remember and you will not forget
the way the door shakes its frame
or how a life will perish in flame--
how everything here is fair game.
Remember this and you will not forget
mountains crumble and time slips.
And babies are born and they grow old--
the fire in the hearth will always go cold.
And the laughter of the couple next door down,
they have moved far out of town.
Where laughter was-- none now.
The barking dog sent to the pound.
Silence has closed-- the window see,
the boy has scrapped his scrany knee.
And his mom takes stranger men to late shows
remember this and you will not forget:
even the rusted window will close.