There's things I'd like to say but now I can't
I'm trying to teach myself to hold my tongue
There's tiny little seeds I'd like to plant
But nothing old grows like when it was young.
So if I whisper now, and make my peace
Or if I shout as loud as loud can be
Is there a chance that grievances will cease
Or that together we might finally see.
But why would anybody really care?
And why would words be wasted on a lie?
There's more love than we possible can share,
All twisted round a mirage in the sky.
It's Sunday now and everything is bliss,
Today the words they came out just like this.
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