Gave up on being a saviour,
A martyr in the thicket of danger,
I won’t fight for my place
In the Free Speech Corner.
Gave up on being a bleeding heart
Run dry.
I won’t burst into flame
To prove a point:
Burn myself out
Until the chip on my shoulder
Sings like a flute.
Gave up on being a shelter,
Passion rains upon your window,
The traffic hum of weather
Just sends you off to sleep.
I won’t kick for the current,
Float to the surface,
Wait for the ambulance.
Gave up on being a lighthouse
Stood brave.
I won’t hold a torch
For love off in the distance.
I won’t carry death on my tongue
Until the moment comes.
C