Ponyboy - Native

Wake up!

Our limbs are shaking in face of a probability

You arms reaching through miles to rest the unrest, to quell the darkness

Wake up!

Our hands are building a bridge of complete immunity

Our words breaking through blindness to change the face of the word of

friendship

Last night I wrote a new fable based on the vigor of lions

Last night I ate at the table and listened to stories of courage

We strive to seem impassive but this newscast has shaken

Arms stretch for miles and miles

Our blood has been thin and this day is cutting

Our thoughts reach out like a phone line

Although hours break us we still bleed the same

Books soaked with the words describing the nights that we rewrote time

Drives where death was cheated, roads turn to thoughts, we hold them

Letters sent hours late;

We bleed aimlessly