. . . So if you trade some of this love
for a home you never dreamed of,
would that then be an issue
of scattering scared?
Would you change out your old mind
for the hope that you might find
a hollow in your heart
where you can't feel her there?
So you'll wish for an edge that won't cut so deep.
Gripping hard at the shards of a life you can't keep.
You'll have fits in the night as you grope for her still
but accept this as one space your proverbs won't fill.
And your life is a lesson
dripping slow, like a resin
as it covers your body
and runs to your core.
And you'll wish for a sabre
to make yourself braver
but this hurricane
will leave you naked for sure.
And we'll shout here together, "How tarnished we've grown.
We can't shine with the eagerness pilgrims should show.
We had plans - we had lists and we knew them all well
but they ring grey and hollow like an old broken bell."
And i suppose there are those who
bleed more sorrow than I do
but now, in this moment,
my empathy flees.
Why are humans so human?
Why is this culture doomed and
why must a smile press you down on your knees?
But pick yourself up, boy, you'd promised her brave.
You must honor a life, kid, that no one could save.
it ain't hard to remember but it stings to recall.
You are here while it's now and you inherit it all.
You are here while it's now and you inherit
it
all . . .