my someday coming child I name and I re-name you I make up memories for you of melodies and friends from books I wanted to give you and horse and buggy sounds outside but of the someday coming world I don't know, I don't know there is so much I would keep you from if I, if I could the heroes, selfish fools they only want their freedom the hero-maker's greed prevails and we are all shock numb and watch the shock increasing and shame is something old, outgrown oh, maybe you won't see my too self-conscious stumblings my running from the phone my fears