Voices

The rain comes
On its own
In spite of all our plans
A shadow moves
And fear takes hold
No matter what we tell ourselves

And right now a mother’s singing to her baby
She can’t take away the pain
But she knows that maybe

We may not have much power in this world
But friends, we’ve still got our voices

Some endings
Are written much too fast
And not how we imagine them
Memories
Can disappear so soon
Like footprints lost beneath the tide

Maybe all we love was never meant to last.
But the better part of me’s saying, “Not so fast.”

We may not have much power in this world
But friends, we’ve still got our voices

The truth is
It’s out there
But more delicate than I could know
Our blind spots
We hold so dear
The swords on which we throw ourselves

I can fill your heart with neither love nor rancor
But I can tell you stories of
Forgiveness and of anger

We may not have much power in this world
But friends, we’ve still got our voices

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