This chapter is trite-I don't want that

Too much work to revise

Not all passion is lost

Just my youth is at cost

*chorus*

Before you speak

Recall what you said

Recall how we held

Recall and I'll tighten the knot

Check the first latch

Does it let in the gray

The excitement we lack

Could be made up in pain

*chorus*

I wish he'd leave today

But his manners speak and I don't think so

I wish he'd leave today

But his manners speak where I don't

We did get along

Common ground not the plea

If you learn to forgive

Caution could be replaced