and here we are again chasing you in the

skies i didn’t know what you meant  

before this year was 

here the tears are more than i   

realize these eyes were made for horizon 

lines there are kinds of sunsets we can never 

draw they thaw my american dreams of being 

old enough white enough just enough of their rough hands led me 

there, there where we weren’t expecting

you but too many people in this 

land those hands they steal our things they stole our 

means of beating chests so 

wide the sea tides don’t always stay

high say bye to the speaking out, the

thinking in is kin to minutes that we grew no 

seeds for the deeds of freedmen, 

they still 

need a freed 

man.