Butchered Tapestries
We’ve come so far, stopped looking back
Sometimes I wonder where we’re at
Promises in song, a life lived long ago
What meaning they hold
We may never know
The battles of the past
Play muted in the background
The soft, gentle surrenders
Made without a sound
The promise of forever
Somewhere in-between were found
Caught in a time of unsure maybe’s
Loving wounded, bearing butchered tapestries
Far from a time when someone called me baby
Wild wonder drags us from our rest
Holding pieces gently to my chest
Telling a tale no-one will know
Reaping harvests that I didn’t sew
A lifetime lived in veiled shadow
In vague memories, I suppose
Spinning circles, moving forward
Waiting for our just rewards
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