How long before this has to end?
Unspoken words remain off route
Not only streel in the room, but lean in
You take your head out the oven
To see love decline again
How long before this has to end?
We talk, talk, and ascend
We climb above their upends
They only reach to our chins
Tread lightly over what we’ve maimed
May have put the imago into the flame
You’re down and out, on higher ground
Heaven’s on fire with a lack of sound
There’s things you need to heft
Before they weigh on you
Regardless on how you feel
Rid the ample gossip and gab
When frailty tries to take the wheel
Take the door and don’t look back*
You’ve found your peace of mind
You've found someone new to heal
Until they crack their jaw of glass