My American Quilt
by David Kraai
The sky up above reminds me of
The stars that were on my American quilt
The one that I had when I was young
Made of shirts my Dad wore while our house he built
But it's gone
All gone
Like the dreams I had under my American quilt
They're gone
All gone
Like a family's dreams when a house gets built
My mother would take those sweaty, ripped clothes
And cut them up while Daddy watched on
He said that it was his and her love
Coming together to keep me warm
But it's gone
All gone
Like the dreams I had under my American quilt
They're gone
All gone
Like a family's dreams when a house gets built
They said the red was our blood, the white was for pure love
The blue was the sky where we'd watch dreams go by
But love grows old and then waxes cold
And the quilt became frayed, so they packed it away
But it's gone
All gone
Like the dreams I had under my American quilt
They're gone
All gone
Like a family's dreams when a house gets built
Gone
All gone