Yet we knew it too
The smell of the holds, the bitterness of leaving
We knew it too
And a language to unlearn
And another to learn quickly
Before the bicycle

We knew it too
And the fog of breath on the windows
And the warmth of the bread and the shame of rejection

We knew this silent gaze too
And we knew the patience
Of those who cannot stop and the holy charity
Of the holy giving we knew it too
The color of offense
And a lean and lean dwelling
That does not become a home

And the fog of breath on the windows
And the warmth of the bread and the shame of rejection
We knew this silent gaze too

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