They didn’t close their eyes when they lay down
\nAs if getting ready for a long night’s sleep.
\nMy old, truant father rose for work hung over.
\nMy mother gardened in the dark with a headlamp.<\/p>\n
As if getting ready for a long night’s sleep,
\nMy stepfather lay under his jacked-up car.
\nMy mother gardened in the dark with a headlamp.
\nAt the end, my parents were so tired.<\/p>\n
My stepfather lay under his jacked-up car
\nWhen it suddenly gave way and came down on him.
\nAt the end, my parents were so tired.
\nSome days, my father forgot his socks;<\/p>\n
Then it all gave way and came down on him.
\nOn his knees in my dream, my father tries to speak.
\nSome days, he even forgot his socks.
\nMy mother couldn’t feel her whole left side.<\/p>\n
On his knees in my dream, my father tries to speak.
\nHe rose for work every day hung over.
\nMy mother couldn’t feel her whole left side.
\nThey didn’t close their eyes when they lay down.\n
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