Here's the scar from the time
When we climbed to the roof
Where the wood was rotten
And we flew to the floor

And here is the closet
Where I asked you to hide me
And I slumped in the darkness
Until the game was over

Here is the candle
That we made for mother's day
For all of these years
Flame never touched it

And here are father's shoes
See the spider web in one
And dust on the toes
From here to kingdom come

Here is sister's little room
With the private sink and mirror
And the snowy alcove
With the rocking chair

And here is grandfather's time
Where you lay on a Thursday
Suspended in sunbeams
In a sleeping barn

And here's the first kiss
That you ever have
From the only one
That you will ever love

Here is the shadow
And the hand grown thirsty
And the patience unbound
And the dream of the end