What Was Said
Casting vengeful stones at demons made of straw
From looking-glass houses with cracks in the walls
Strengthened by those who have paved the way
With the best of intent; well you know what they say
To extol what's in your heart
Is a waste of precious breath
No one knows just who you are
But we all know what was said
Open up and let it in
Lest you become one of them
Blow it up and start again
Lest you become one of them
Our misdeeds need not live forever
But they will survive in darkness
If we pretend they never existed
Or convince ourselves that their true nature was different
We force them to follow us no matter what we want
Or, if we're who we say we are,
We can hunt our flawed beliefs and kill them
Our misdeeds need not live forever
Casting long shadows all over the land
The looking-glass castles must crumble to sand
Demolish with courage, abandoning pride
Surrender with grace, and stand in the light
Avert your gaze and condemnation from the monstrous
The demonstrative, evil clans that we write off before we ride off into the sunset
The hurt they exert is a filthy iceberg and there's so much dirt under the surface
And we're living in it
And we'd be livid if we could see it in ourselves
But we're too scared to look or to listen or to fix it
'Cause we lay the blame on the hateful, but we do the same without calling names
We just can't admit it
Open up and let it in
Lest you become one of them
Blow it up and start again
Lest you become one of them
"My intent is irrelevant. I didn't mean to do harm, but I did harm
And I never would have known I did harm
If people had not spoken up and held me accountable for it
And the result of that is I've learned a lesson"
Blow it up and start again
Our world makes us to walk as giant beasts
Destined to trample the delicate underfoot
And unable to reckon with the damage we leave behind
Desperate to be pure, we scramble to deflect, to redirect
Deny, justify, perform, to evoke pity
We reject those that would draw attention to our clumsy footsteps
We may belittle them, smear them, make them into an other
These reactions are nothing more than hubris and shame, and we need neither
We have not scarred the land
We can forge a sure-footed path before us
And leave a trail of saplings in our wake
From looking-glass houses with cracks in the walls
Strengthened by those who have paved the way
With the best of intent; well you know what they say
To extol what's in your heart
Is a waste of precious breath
No one knows just who you are
But we all know what was said
Open up and let it in
Lest you become one of them
Blow it up and start again
Lest you become one of them
Our misdeeds need not live forever
But they will survive in darkness
If we pretend they never existed
Or convince ourselves that their true nature was different
We force them to follow us no matter what we want
Or, if we're who we say we are,
We can hunt our flawed beliefs and kill them
Our misdeeds need not live forever
Casting long shadows all over the land
The looking-glass castles must crumble to sand
Demolish with courage, abandoning pride
Surrender with grace, and stand in the light
Avert your gaze and condemnation from the monstrous
The demonstrative, evil clans that we write off before we ride off into the sunset
The hurt they exert is a filthy iceberg and there's so much dirt under the surface
And we're living in it
And we'd be livid if we could see it in ourselves
But we're too scared to look or to listen or to fix it
'Cause we lay the blame on the hateful, but we do the same without calling names
We just can't admit it
Open up and let it in
Lest you become one of them
Blow it up and start again
Lest you become one of them
"My intent is irrelevant. I didn't mean to do harm, but I did harm
And I never would have known I did harm
If people had not spoken up and held me accountable for it
And the result of that is I've learned a lesson"
Blow it up and start again
Our world makes us to walk as giant beasts
Destined to trample the delicate underfoot
And unable to reckon with the damage we leave behind
Desperate to be pure, we scramble to deflect, to redirect
Deny, justify, perform, to evoke pity
We reject those that would draw attention to our clumsy footsteps
We may belittle them, smear them, make them into an other
These reactions are nothing more than hubris and shame, and we need neither
We have not scarred the land
We can forge a sure-footed path before us
And leave a trail of saplings in our wake
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Writer(s): Jim Baron
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