I had a hatred of my wrist wide as a Western plain white as a whisper on a winter's day was my hatred. I had a heart then I had hope but I didn't have a hand in my own fortune or freedom you can't reap what you never learn to sew and all I wanted was someone to make it all all right but that someone just wasn't coming so I suffered with all my mite. I had a hatred of my lip faint as a faithless face flat as a river on the saddest summer day was my hatred. I can't keep keeping what I kept for the sake of pain kept for the sake of sorrow for deflection of the blame when what is wrong is there is nothing wrong with me tonight except my wish for you to touch me and the thought that you just might. you said look what you can carry look what you can take and my lips would be redder than roses if I could believe the things you say.