I remember when it was easier to forgive

If not only to say it was ok

I saved time that way

Nowadays I stay mad and the mad stays hidden

Even though the cause has since then been misplaced

Stone carvings erased were easier than painted over

So the rock is covered but indents still show

I suppose times have changed and moved

Or maybe that's been the people

No one knows why things are this way

Because it's just the way they are