What You Are by Matthew Milia
You are growing cold and lonely
If only you knew what you are
Our grandfather was a soldier
Now I am older, I know what homes are for
Worried homes have walls
They absorb old phone calls
They spit warm laundry smoke to the cold
Backyards
But to be a father I must
Take my life and solder
All my neighborhoods of night
To you
You were born into
A pitch-black-nighttime-window-view
The brightest blinding moon came through
A-shining
That old moon had the cold feet
Over long-gone lawns and streets
But none of those better days do need
Reminding
You are growing cold and lonely
If only you knew what you are
Appears on The Orion Songbook