We take our tears and place them inside of a puddle – gargantuan
We carry our broken bones and dig and delve, throw them to the brave, brave harvest about to be
All of our crushed dreams preciously wrapped and flung to the high heavens above – in God’s hands now
Make these pasteurised conversations amount to nothing other than memory – lambasted approval, shoulder the groove with surprised pride
And sit and watch and ponder and wait while fate paints upon our final chosen smile
To accept the seriously unacceptable