Unheard of hope As hands made big to give Press small fingers round a coin And say "Here. Take this. It's for you. Mind now, don't lose it." I'll take your heart The one you thought was yours And give you one to call your own And say, "Here. Take this. It's for you. Mind now, don't lose it." A god's remorse For a ruined world Small voices made sweet to sing And say, "Here. Take this. It's for you. Mind now, don't lose it." The cutters come And a tree must fall With a great forgiving rush of wind And say, "Here. Take this. It's for you. Mind now, don't lose it."