not being a goose

silence and music in our hearts combine
to give us what we think we most desire
the cords that bind each life may now entwine
silence and music in our hearts combine

the truth is what we can no more refine
the thing that most resists our constant ire
silence and music in our hearts combine
to give us what we think we most desire

each one of us will travel through the fire
to find the place where we'll be safe when old
but not a one can meet what you require
each one of us will travel through the fire

to some such revelry we might aspire
should we truly become the brave and bold
each one of us will travel through the fire
to find the place where we'll be safe when old

nothing that happens could have been foretold
the prince won't meet the maiden at the ball
nor will the ugly sisters laugh and scold
nothing that happens could have been foretold

we have no courage against rain and cold
the thinnest ice will lead us each to sprawl
nothing that happens could have been foretold
the prince won't meet the maiden at the ball

we are too nervous ever to stand tall
nor are we gracious when you cross the line
somebody thinks that we are on the ball
we are too nervous ever to stand tall

we learn no lesson from the greatest fall
each turns aside to drink the beer and wine
we are too nervous ever to stand tall
nor are we gracious when you cross the line