All that you know Is hanging on a structure of you You at the center As if that were the only way Calmly, openly, as if There were no ugliness therein It was not always so; Consider for a moment And you will see clearly: When you were young All that you knew Was hanging on the structure Of someone not you For some it was their mother For others their father And others found the holy other In a friend, a teacher, a cousin And for many there were many: Someones not you This is the way we were meant to be But we rapidly learned The way of this world is inverted, With you at the center And others are out there Increasingly distrusted As our center grows stronger When you understand this truth You will begin to see it everywhere And if there is any hope left within That you may return to the truth Becoming like children You will begin a trail of tears (unfinished as of yet)