You and I have been broken
you and I have been torn.
You and I have had our hearts, still beating
ripped out of our chests.
We had them handed back to us
as if they could be used and then returned.
We both have listened to lies
and have had to learn to live again.
Last night we entered rooms
where there were people that we knew.
Faces, young and old
and those we had never seen.
It was like we were set up for the challenge
to share what we have come to know.
With people who were tempting fate
and didn’t want to hear a word.
We sat near a tv where John Hughes movies played
and talked in metaphors.
We talked to each other and if no one else heard
we didn’t really care the lessons were for us.
We walked into a kitchen where children stood near a stove
being told repeatedly “no”!
They wanted to see if the surface was hot
and we watched them as they got burned.
No one told them why
they only told them no.
I guess they thought the scars
would help them learn from their mistakes.
We went to a place where people were rude
and treated us with disrespect.
And for the first time, I spoke
I said no, you cannot, get away from me.
We continued to walk down hallways, through doors
witnessing all manner of things.
Danger, tragedy, anger and pain
and we silently took it in.
Then near the end we sat back down
and began our conversation again.
One by one, we shared our thoughts
on all we had seen and heard.
We suddenly noticed the room had filled
with everyone we had seen.
Listening quietly to us speak our minds
that’s when I knew it was a dream.