cross communication

 all of our memories slip out through the net

fearsome grandmothers will not let us hide

the truth is bound up tightly with regret

 

when pain of living has us most upset

then we hear loudest voices that deride

all of  our memories slip out through the net

 

leaving behind just the fury and fret

the shouts of anger and the words that chide

the truth is bound up tightly with regret

 

no matter what the lie or epithet

effects of injury won't be denied

all of our memories slip out through the net

 

so we are trapped knowing we cannot let

our hearts be opened to the other side

the truth is bound up tightly with regret

 

for all we knew still the true course was set

from the beginning by our manic pride

all of our memories slip out through the net

the truth is bound up tightly with regret