There’s shadows on the walls Of moments far too troubling to recall All the settings and the scenes That signal suffering Impassioned pleas that ended in a whisper In all the lessons learned, Were they worth the ash from all the bridges burned? Standing, stomping in the damage and The ruins of a slip of tongue With tragic consequences I think that we’ve all made our gravest mistakes On the greatest intentions that we’re too stubborn to let go With this little time before I go, I’ll open up my mouth, And scream it out To cast my voice Into the crowd Now that you’re alone, Is it really so impossible to know All the actions and reactions Pinned against each other