Friend

Friend I need your hand every morning
but anger and beauty and hope
these roses make one rose.

Friend I need a hand every evening
but anger and hope and beauty
are three roses
that make one rose.

Let’s fix our bed it’s in splinters
and I want to stay all year.

Let’s fix our bed it’s in splinters
and I want to stay all year.

Did you hear what that woman on Grafton Street was saying?

You won’t be killed today.
We don’t even know we’re born.