We were ghosts
With hands caked
Skin laced in gold
We were one step ahead
Of the end
We had our sneakers on
In the mud beds
Got an early start on a long march
We were miles in front of death
Them teardrop eyes dearly belie
Our discontent
We were honey as we were so sweet
And too as we weren't
We were miles ahead of death
We were miles ahead of death