To know the knife
The mail won’t stop
To hold it carefully
And to let it drop

And such is love
To bind your hate
To throw it to the sea
Driven down by weight

And all our scattered dreams could not prepare us for this fate
To love with all, forgive with all: To worry not, and wait

Walked miles in shoes
Worn down and failed
Tried pairs and pairs and pairs
Left meandering trails

Build towers tall
Ran as they fell
Heard words I tried to say
Sound like ringing bells