In the beginning we were golden
from the first moment our little eyes open.
Somewhere that peace got stolen.
We had hearts; someone put a hole in.
Maybe our folks who were always fighting?
Seeing them smile was like a Loch Ness sighting.
Or they were drunk. Or watching the TV,
on the lookout for a way out that’s easy.
Now you’re giving them hell. You’ve broken the spell.
You figure if they couldn’t take it, oh well.
You bought their BS; now you’re ready to sell.
But little by little you became them yourself.
You put your conscience in stealth mode,
saying yes when you should’ve said no.
You were a rock; now you are a pebble
trying to feel more than should ever be felt.
You think that love is what you’re missing?
You think a hug and a little kissing
is gonna fix you? It’s gonna nix you.
You’re the one who always tricks you
But we could be golden again, like a lion’s mane,
put all our darkness on airplane.
Pick up with your left what your right threw away –
not in a year, a week, not tomorrow, today.
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