Did you know the plans you had
before the mistake was made?
Did you design the days ahead
that would mold the final take?

How far did your vision span
when the players did not behave?
Where did you think it would end
as the sickness filled our veins?

I cannot sing the song of life
without shouting the sting of it.
I cannot embrace the dance of life
without mocking the fling of it.

Who knew such a mistake would live
with peace enough to spare?
Who knew how well I could love
with love enough to share?