The Poets Cry For More

We are all homeless in one way or another

Whether we've lost ourselves to lust

Inflamed passions for things desired; forgotten the other

Wandering aimlessly, in love with something

that will only collect dust

Or perhaps we've been led into the wilderness

by some radiant lover, just to be left out in the cold

A distant memory, and the warmth of home

What are we then to do?

'Cause in the heat of bliss, we swore we would never love another

There was truth and dignity in that oath

Can there be any hope for their retention, in its breaking?

That even while being disavowed, we recognize humanity

We have all made mistakes,

And G-d, I've made mistakes

But my mistakes haven't made me

Oh fallen acorn, lost and alone

Can you still be kissed by fire, give up your seed

And spring up into a towering, mighty oak?

We've been led into the wilderness

by some radiant lover, just to be left in the cold

A distant memory, the warmth of home

'Cause in the heat of bliss, we swore we would never love another

We've all made mistakes, every last one of us

And just because we've told a lie, can we not still grow to be honest?

Oh fallen acorn, lost and alone

Can you still be kissed by fire, give up your seed

And spring up into a towering, mighty oak?

Thrown off kilter

None of us would have thought

We'd be who we are now

When we were still little

Eyes wide to possibility

Who could have known

That we'd witness such depravity