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Sleeping At Last
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When we were young our words were innocent -whiter than snow, awkward and slow.
Now when we speak, we risk an avalanche.
But thatâ??s not enough now to reroute our plans.
I believe that weâ??ve got it wrong, got it wrong.
Weâ??ll realize when itâ??s said and done, said and done,
that in our words weâ??ve lost so much more than weâ??ve ever won.
The aftermath is cracked wood where fences stood
and the broken bones of our childhood.
In our trembling fear, we put words inside Godâ??s mouth.
We cover our tracks and get so proud of ourselves,
we get so proud of ourselves,
we get so proud of ourselves when we get away.
I believe that weâ??ve got it wrong, got it wrong.
Weâ??ll realize when itâ??s said and done, said and done,
that in our words weâ??ve lost so much more than weâ??ve ever won.
Itâ??s in our nature to complicate,
but in the end itâ??s the casualties that carry all the weight.