Unmade
when we were youngour words were innocent -whiter than snow,awkward and slow.now when we speak,we risk an avalanche.but that’s not enough nowto reroute our plans.I believe that we’ve got it wrong, got it wrong.we’ll realize when it’s said and done, said and done,that in our words we’ve lost so much morethan we’ve ever won.the aftermathis cracked wood where fences stoodand the broken bones of our childhood.in our trembling fear,we put words inside God’s mouth.we cover our tracksand get so proud of ourselves,we get so proud of ourselves,we get so proud of ourselveswhen we get away.I believe that we’ve got it wrong, got it wrong.we’ll realize when it’s said and done, said and done,that in our words we’ve lost so much morethan we’ve ever won.it’s in our nature to complicate,but in the end it’s the casualtiesthat carry all the weight.