Innocent Sunday morning
As plain as the Sunday before
I thought as she told me her story
I don't think I can hear these anymore

Charting a map of land mines
Asleep in the settling dust
How come we never remember
How many times you picked yourself up

Hey that's the way to go
We need to know pain to grow
But you're right it's a long way home...

When the day breaks into dark.
I think there's nothing more beautiful
Than a face that has come so far.

-Sarah Slean Bonnie's Song