Who Are We?

Who are we to say

that grownups can’t go out to play?

If all our deeds are merely lies,

why can’t you see it in my eyes?

I cried for you and lied for you

when everything was shiny new.

As strangers we had cast a glimmer

of light on heaven; the light is dimmer.

A voice cried truth, we looked to see,

each believing in sweet mystery.

You threw me up into the sun,

laughing, we had just begun.

We knew it then,

what could have been.

Sad words for those whose dreams

were angels flying on silken wings

among the clouds, but now they’re gone,

gossamer threads upon the lawn