let's

make bridges
and make the streams to tear them down,
lets build bombs
to blow away our broken dreams,
lets bring life to those who promise death,
and lets open our hearts
and tear away
from bitterness.
yes. yes.
yes, she said,
it will be a new sort of tomorrow.
a new start and a new pen,
on a new page.
and we'll have new friends
and we'll dance along the
streams
and carry the weight of our broken
hearts
on our backs.
we'll pick up sticks
and build a-frames in the woods
to live out the rest of our tiny lives.
and i promise you a new start.
and i'll drink the water
pouring from your lips
and i'll bandage the wounds
that i have given you
and i'll take your hand
and we'll make this right.
promises, promises, promises.