We were told to pick a side Between two worlds I can't abide We were guaranteed bad results this time File on these family ties How could we expect to find that finest line Given the choice of a cannonball or the stone? I can't decide (I) I can't decide Control I barely hold of my own life Told to step aside The wheels are rolling and she'll be fine Kin I used to know, barely recognize Hope's light is not so bright A mother caught between the pull of cemented stubborn minds In this war, it feels like what we want is the war With equal parts, savior and spite Does anyone else see this path heading for zero-sum? This stone won't get your attention No stone can help turn the head of a man this blind For once could you just dial the phone for her while she can say "hi." Still say hi Our last real conversation Was wasted in frustration of forced points And now our conversations are just forced