Sisters

I tied your shoes while you Sat and watched the rain Hands folded across your lap and the dull Look of peace across your face Mom down the hall, Bible pressed to her chest When she swore the Devil hides in everything And her room was the only safe haven left She watched us grow through window panes Something in the middle Something in the middle Something in the middle Something's in the way You had held my hand while the Wind whistled nocturnes in the dark Something in the middle Something in the middle Something in the middle Something's in the way Never knew what it meant to be whole and free Something in the middle Something in the middle Something in the middle Something's in the way Neither one of them mocks if we steer From paths only they can see But sink or swim is all they'd say Your hand rode the wind out The window of the train We slept in our seats with our Knees curled beneath our dirty chins Dad gripped the bags like they might fly away And the scenery beyond the glass was liquid We sat and soaked it in I felt your breath along the way I'd hold your hand when the sky fell apart And you would hold my hand if you Felt me slipping back into the dark I can't tell from the ground If the sky will fall I can't tell from the sky if There's anybody down there at all It's empty inns and empty plates