Head up, eyes bright
Your skin so pale
Your face so calm
Your eyes like marbles
The sun is waning
The light is slanting
A swing is hanging from a limb
Rain is coming harder
All sins gone with the tears
Picking a way
Among the words
That make us no good
And joy like sorrow
Stars in the sky
And more than ever
Leaves on the ground
As moonlight soaks the yard
Rain is coming harder
All sins gone with the tears
With cuts & bruises
And the roughness of lies
We are refugees
In the cool shed of love