My boy and me We're refugees of sorts From my hometown They don't like different there They would've mowed us down - Paul Simon

There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations...

The light through the stained glass was cobalt and red.
And the frayed cuffs and collars were mended by halos of golden thread.
The choir sang, "Once Upon a Time There Was An Ocean."
And all the old hymns and family names came fluttering down as leaves of emotion. As nothing is different, but everything's changed.

I am shielded in my armor Hiding in my room safe within my womb I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock. I am an island. And a rock feels no pain. And an island never cries.