We're strutting around with chests puffed out
Sticking each other with thorns,
Watching blood flow
And cradling our babies.
In the end,
When all actions are memory and
We're looking things over with God and a cup of tea,
We just have to laugh at ourselves,
Take all of it, all of it, embrace it in our arms with all the love in both worlds,
And maybe cry a little.