Men remain boys, scared boys With a questioning face you take them by their fat finger It's easy to break
But sometimes they get wrapped up in their game Then they sleep badly and wake up with a start from the dreams in which they practise what they are planning
By day they can't smile They are busy or absent and when they leave they shout that they love you very much
They take it so seriously It's so important and urgent that they can't talk about it until their success is assured
Our silence is their conscience We can't do more until it has failed despite their good intentions