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WHAT COULD THE WORLD DO? 

Was someone there to meet you 

When you finally got back

was someone there to get the door 

did anyone react?

 

was someone there to listen 

to the bullets you had seen 

could anybody christen

Yr mad ecstatic dreams?

 

cause you were born on concrete 

already far away 

from the blest creator 

resting in the hay

 

the wolves don't say sorry 

for making birds afraid

& the birds don't say sorry

from underneath the blade

 

What could the world do to make it up to you? 

And would you forgive it if it wanted to?

 

would the world do anything 

would it just be the same?

they already smeared their fingerprints

upon your private name

 

and you know that no one knows

time that you took flight

with your babes against your breast 

thru cold and shrieking night

 

oh what could it say 

and what could be done 

when ever since you were born 

you were made to run

 

girl how could it be fixed 

what really could he said 

when their sticky fantasies

already soiled yr bed 

 

What could the World do to make it up to you 

and would you forgive it if it wanted to?

 

grandma told you 'Everything 

goes back to the same earth' 

but mom's been limping all her life 

to hold the unsolved hurt

 

and everyones opinions 

are spinning in your veins 

and you've not found anything 

that will lift the stains

 

and does it want to fix things-

if it did, what could it say? 

when grandma left so long ago 

to planes so far away

 

now what could anybody do-

what truly could be done?

and when will it get pure inside

the Great Eternal Sun?

 

 

oh what could it say 

and what could it do 

when it doesn't even know 

what it's done to you

 

and you couldn't even teach 

what it doesn't even know

and the path here was so steep 

and the winters were so slow

and you're only just arrived

and now you have to go

 

 

and the doctors words 

and the law-mans pen 

and your little birds

Are crying again

 

and the church-mans words 

and your fathers pen 

and the things they heard 

and the things you meant

 

 

what could the world do to make it up to you 

and would you forgive it if it wanted to?

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