I was singing this song in the shower this morning.
I should have said something, but couldn't find something to say, so I just said nothing...
thats twice today that I couldn't find the words to make a connection.
A man approached, we were too alarmed to be sensitive, he shared a story that was too intense, and when he asked for advice we couldn't find something to say. Three social workers, too caught up in our human fear, to connect to human frailty.
He said it didn't hit him until he saw the urn, it was smaller than his hand.
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