When we are young we do stupid things
It's how we learn - we can blame our youth
that way we are just the victim of our youth
It's the term victim that does us in - for years
On end the blame, the hurt, the shame of
Our trangresssions shattered into poetry
Makes for bad poems and even worse loss
Reality was, if we are truthful, movements
Where the chord changes and the harmonic
Expressions resembles our greatest opus
