1987

The boy was eleven
In 1987
After the wagon went off the road

The truth let the air in
With the anger of ignition
And made the alcohols explode 

When I breath in 

The tension that's seething

Seems to find a way to flow

But that boy at eleven

Can find his way back again

And I can love him to sow

The seeds of compassion

For the flora of kindness

I am not afraid of the storm

Because I'm learning to sail my ship

And if you wonder where I was born

I will tell you it was on the slip