I wasn’t born with the sense to listen and hold my thoughts from my tongue.
Learning things when I’m older, I could never know when I was young.
It’s all part of the process and I don’t know if it’s Devine.
I can’t say what’s yours. I don’t even know what’s mine.
They wanted so badly to talk. They had so much to say.
I stared off blankly to the past, and somewhere far away.