Whyis it
Whenwe take without giving
Weharm the living
Wecoulda shoulda done
Withthat someone
Weused and often abused
Andkilled the muse
Andthe lessons we might
Havelearned
Hadwe earned
Fromlearning what they
Needed
Insteadof taking
Whatwe wanted
Butwe're not freely given.
Wenever ask
Whatif we had let
TheGiver bring the life
Tothat friendship.
Don'twe know
Whenwe try
Topossess the light,
Wesnuff it out?
Nodoubt
Wethought we were winning
Sinningand grinning
Nowturned to a grimace
Agrim face as we race
Toerase
Ourown mistake
Butit's too late
Thecar is in the lake
Andthey can't swim.
Butwe don't care
Wegot what we wanted
Andit is not our lot
Topull them free
Yetthey are bound
Ifeven just a little,
Becauseso many
Joysare now ruined,
Untilforgiveness comes.
Butwe cannot be forgiven
Inour own minds
Untilwe see
Justwhat we have done
Toourselves.
