Tie a little string
To the door.
Tie the other end
To your tooth, child.
It won't hurt,
But for the moment
Of closing.
You must make
Room for all that
Is growing.
Hold each other's arms
Through the night.
Beat each other's hearts
Before the fire dies.
You can't
Ignore the sound of
One drum
When it's played
By hands of
Millions.
And I
Sit on the balcony
And watch
The sun, as it comes.