Were thrown out of their heads
The words entered the nails,
And then into the wood all the things that were said
Every girl took her time, weaving a story
Carefully hammering it down
Slowly making sure it went through
The cross and not the ground
And I said "here I go," then spun a web
Invisible strings all connect to a tale
Only one part they heard, but I gathered the words
And tied them around a nail
With something to leave behind, and a hammer in my hand
That painful nail went right into the wood
I hit it harder than any of them,
And the very top bent as far as it could
A stabbing memory now in the cross
A fire to make us all learn
A girl that stood and never took her eyes off
A goodbye, and I watched it burn
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