We still have to show up
For the meanness in our deeds
And the misunderstandings built
Upon our necessary self-focus
I often think of my own father
In heaven and the conversation
We will have with his father
And his father’s father and so on
Even on to Adam until we finally
Get to meet Eve our mother
And hear her side of the story
They were so young when they
Married and her so huge and wise
The first refugees of the war
In heaven and we’re still
Running for our lives
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