When mute tongues can speak And relate their need I make fun of skins laying in a dark room In a piglet's eye If the dream had wings Then the nest of feathers could freeze without them I never knew how to fear correctly When we were seven we would hit directly By some misgiving that you dealt ineptly All was forgiven when you knelt to help me See the boy of smiles With the teardrop shape Shuddering and crying with the wind knocked from him And the kids just stare Is this guy for real Some mistakes are all too apparent It's nothing personal--just a lousy memory Dissected birds are my adopted family I pool myself until i see anemones All was forgiven when you knelt to help me In a can of boys Across a crowd of thorns Everyone is laughing all expensive painful Windbreaker is torn Friendly tree has scars Experience is necessary to be normal I never knew how to fear correctly When we were seven we would hit directly By some misgiving that you dealt ineptly All was forgiven when you knelt to help me It's me...