Putting up fences instead of walls`

What curse it must be for a mother to hear the words of her child,
wish I was never born
What a curse it must be for a child to hear the words of a mother,
wish you were dead

And neither will say what is really on their minds, mother wanting her
lost youth to return
And her child wishing to have the lesser burden of being an adult
leaving youth behind
none can speak the truth, each wishing to be just like the other only
without all the bother

And still they love each other so they’re putting up fences instead of walls,
Just in case the war should end there will be a way out of their trenches
And crossing their entrenched battle lines will be only a matter of redrawing
lines of fences
And that old song rings in the background “God bless the child that got his own”
Just as long as you are not always going to be alone
And still they love each other so they’re putting up fences instead of walls

With each passing day, we see ourselves sadly walking in the shoes of our mothers
Leaving the shoes of our youth now far behind
And sooner than later we begin to understand why, oh why to each other
Were we both so very unkind
Silver slippers, diamond ear rings, golden bracelets, nothing of the kind, sore feet,
red eyes, weary heart remains the only signs
We were once a family, we were once so very happy in our unhappiness and now
At long last I realize that which does not destroys, binds.

So many wasted years fighting, now so many years regretting and
time waits not for me
So many wasted words on bitterness and tears, resisting the obvious
afflictions of fears
Foolishly we have allowed our ships to set sail while we were still steadfast
standing on shore
And ain’t no way back to that home sweet home, ain’t no way to a paradise lost
Ain’t no way to settle all the scores

And still they love each other so they’re putting up fences instead of walls,
Just in case the war should end there will be a way out of their trenches
And crossing their entrenched battle lines will be only a matter of redrawing
lines of fences
And that old song rings in the background “God bless the child that got his own”
Just as long as you are not always going to be alone
And still they love each other so they’re putting up fences instead of walls

For in this wilderness of my life, after all the struggles and all the strives
It remains very clear for all to see,
time will never return, tears will never unfall and the pain felt was never
ever going to set us free
Cause ain’t no way to dry the eyes of the dead and prayers were never
going to replace lost forgiveness instead
And still love struggles to find some light in between the drawn curtains of
Darkness and sadness
And I struggle to find some rational explanation for the many lost years
of our relationship madness

And still they love each other so they’re putting up fences instead of walls,
Just in case the war should end there will be a way out of their trenches
And crossing their entrenched battle lines will be only a matter of redrawing
lines of fences
And that old song rings in the background “God bless the child that got his own”
Just as long as you are not always going to be alone
And still they love each other so they’re putting up fences instead of walls

@Anthony2016mdh30Vibes
(Tribute to Margaret Nelson) “Putting up fences instead of walls”

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