when we were young

there was a different time 
it was an easy trust
it was a simple truth
that then was enough
        when we were young

there was the simple things
         – they whispered your name
         – they held you close
the word were enough
the trust was our bind
    when we were young

the things that had cut us
were sharper than knives
   – words full of hatred 
   –  words full of lies
that shriveled our trust
  – cut us 
   – made us hard
   when we were young

they cut us down quick
        they made us bridle  and hard
they shut out the light
                         chained up the doors                                                                                         

when we were young                                       cjbeamish