life is designed with unfinished lines that another sings each story unfolds like it was gold upon a ragged wing the bold and the fair suffer their share he whispered to his kin all of my debts left with regrets i m sorry for everything trespasses stretch like broken fences winding as they may trespasses stretch like broken fences hope to mend them one day and she pinned back her hair shouldered with care the burdens that were his mending the coat that hung on the post in heart remembering trespasses stretch like broken fences winding as they may trespasses stretch like broken fences hope to mend them one day and her time was to come called to her son this your song to sing all of our debts wove with regrets upon a golden string and he found the old coat hung on a post like a ragged wing and took as his own the sewn and unsown joyfully whistling