New Moon Over Swift Water

If you wrote a book defacing my name

And you wrote volume discarding my words

if you used your pen to bring harm to my world

if you thrust your pen through my heart or my eyes

I'll tell you what I'd do back to you

I would look through the ink to a blank page

and burn a prayer for your happiness and well being,

a prayer that you may one day find a new pen with which

you could write words of encouragement and praise

I have tried, oh have I tried

I have prayed to you all

This scene is taken from a play

that would come to be known as our lives