Pittsburgh
William Fitzsimmons
Should you survive the fall from branches
We have climbed and lost yourself
In years the ones we left behind
Should rivers run between your frozen heart
And mine and words we spoke
So young were cast before our time
I’ll come for you if you want me to
Should all your sons forgive their fathers
Where they fell and wrap them for the cold
To rest their winters well
I’ll come for you if you want me to pittsburgh