Well Patrick Said…
Well, Patrick said he left the
house He made the drive,
a little dinner,
something quick
A normal Tuesday night And Patrick
said she kissed him when he
walked away And everybody took those
words and built a case that
way But there's a clock upon
the wall And clocks don't bend
for grief There's fifty minutes in
between the story and what we
see So tell me how the
minutes fit Tell me where they
went Tell me how one version
turned to evidence Because
Well, Patrick said And somebody wrote
it down Well,
Patrick said Then they passed the
story 'round From a husband to
an officer From an officer to
the stand
From a sentence to an expert
'Til everybody understood the plan But
I keep looking at the clock
I keep counting what was said
Three children lost forever And all
I hear is
Well, Patrick said
She couldn't speak Machines were breathing
where words should be A body
broken in a bed while strangers
built a history Less than a
day, the wheels were turning all
the same A warrant written,
guards outside before she could explain
And maybe every answer's there Maybe
every piece is right But questions
aren't a sin to ask When
three babies lost their lives So
show me every minute Put every
piece in place Don't tell me
not to question Because questioning feels
strange
You told me
Well, Patrick said And somebody wrote
it down Well,
Patrick said Then they carried it
around To the doctors,
to investigators To the experts on
the stand One voice moving through
ten mouths Until it sounded firsthand
And I keep looking at the
clock I keep tracing every thread
Three children lost forever And all
I hear is
Well, Patrick said What did the
watch say? What did the phone
say? What did the house remember
when the people looked away?
What did the medicine say?
What did the timeline show?
What did they actually witness?
What did somebody only know
Because Patrick said so?
He said
He said
He said
He said
He said it once
They said it twice An expert
heard it, then called it evidence
He said
He said
Until nobody remembers where the story
started
Well, Patrick said So put the
record on the table Well,
Patrick said Now tell me what
you can prove Separate the witness
from the witness of the witness
Separate the memory from the story
that was moved I'm not asking
you to name another villain
I'm not telling you who's innocent
instead
I'm asking how one voice can
travel through a courtroom And come
back wearing someone else's head There
are three little names that deserve
more than assumptions There are three
empty places no verdict resurrects So
ask every question,
follow every minute And don't you
dare confuse it with disrespect Because
truth can stand the asking Truth
has nothing left to dread And
if the answer to the question
is only
Well, Patrick said
Then I still have
questions