The bellows are burned
The ire is consumed in the fire
The finger points to us
And we fall among them that fall
The moment has passed, the hour is ended, and we are not saved
There was so much we wanted to ask
So much we wanted to say
But somehow we knew there wasn’t time
And even if there was
It was all, somehow, beside the point
We stepped out in the morning like morning dew
But you knew this night was done
Gone with that wind of the first sun
We knew the eyes in the mirror cant choose
We can’t win because when we do
We have only ourselves to lose – Nash

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