it is true –
the horse and carriage
has moved on
but if you come here
we can start to run

did you look at me –
when you held me tight
did you set anything free –
or think, i am not very bright

i thought about the life
that hope would become a song
and for a while,
the burden of you was gone

who knows what was won
and who will lose

of those beliefs i have
in my fists they reside
tearing up the tapestry
that hangs inside