you needn't remind me of vulnerability, it's everywhere i look.

Mother don't worry
I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed
Mother don't worry
I've got some money I saved for the weekend
Mother, remember being so stern
With that girl who was with me?
Mother, remember the blink of an eye
When I breathed through your body?

So may the sunrise bring hope
Where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds
Flying upward over the mountain

Mother, I made it up
From the bruise of a floor of this prison
Mother, I lost it
All of the fear of the Lord I was given
Mother forget me
Now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
Mother forgive me
I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you

So may the sunrise bring hope
Where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds
Flying upward over the mountain

Mother, don't worry
I've got a coat and some friends on the corner
Mother, don't worry
She's got a garden we're planting together
Mother, remember the night
That the dog had her pups in the pantry?
Blood on the floor and the fleas on their paws
And you cried 'til the morning

So may the sunrise bring hope
Where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds
Flying upward over the mountain.

At this moment this song crushes me and inspires me at the same time. My screenwriting teacher does this really cool thing when she teaches thesis classes-- she goes to an art show every semester and then selects art cards that somehow relate to each student's script to give out as parting gifts. the above is the one she gave me, by Renoir, to remind me of the vulnerability of the West and the women in it. Wonderful.

But Karol, I wanted to say, vulnerability is all I see.