The winterlings you are acres
The winterlings you are acres
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  1. When We Were Young

From the album You Are Acres

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When We Were Young
© 2010 Wolff Bowden

Before our births we were
Rafts of laughter on a sea of war
Stories written in a book of blood
Souls inside of cells since time begun

When we were young

Gordon bought a horse and rode him home
Where every hoof print fell a child rose
Calloused hands on golden hair would strum
Sadness like shoelaces came undone

All the things they never had we have
And all their ghosts draw closer when we laugh

While our lips are pressed into a prayer
years move through the trees and disappear
Underneath the cypress trees we run
Comets leaving trails of breath and mud

When we were young