Sometimes it's hard to look up It can be tough to pretend That I'm not crumbling Like ant hills in hard rain The weight is heavy at times The lines fall hard And then I'm falling apart A river that banks can't contain It can be hard to see Crumbling in your wake Look at me; please don't turn Is this what we deserve? Is this all that we are? Only this, nothing more? Crumbling, all of us In the sea, into dust We learn though we stumble Not through paths unchosen We learn from upheaval Not through words and tokens We lack for example Not for lofty sermons We learn though we stumble Sing along, my children