Of what we cannot speak we do not speak Of all the wounds that are too deep We bury them beneath our love Between the promises we keep We don’t do possibilities We do what works for us We have no other remedies They got lost with what we lost And I will not complain We’ve made it through, we’re on our feet again And in the wee hours of a looming day Please tell me that’s ok The wind picks up a plastic bag Blows it up against the fence It lingers there and then falls back again Someone kicks it as they pass Was I guilty was I innocent Was I a witness or a thief Did I steel your dirty memories Did I cleanse them with my grief Burn all the bridges behind us Tear all flesh from the bone I’ll be brave like a newborn I have nothing to atone for