what wreckage we'll pull

ourselves out from under

will just reveal another road

another hole in the wall

through which we'll fall

rollin' and tumblin'

like the old song


with all you had gone

and more added to the increasing load

and more shakin' and more stumblin'

and no more awe or wonder

and this is the desolation of which we'll be full


it is with this crushing soul-breaking end

that the fault will be ours if we don't rise again...





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