who could blame the old man
who's strong wisdom was shrouded in
***** rags and slurred speech?

we thought better of ourselves
together, held candles in the shaky winds
unaware of an approaching storm

when we compromise our magic
and instill new beliefs in our everyday
dropping F bombs in the language of disappointment

where were the red flags
we so desperately cling to for guidance
to melt away our failures?

how can we look to some other future
when the hands we prepared for duty
have fallen into endless slumber?

how can we brace ourselves for battle
when we never learned the cause?
never learned to fall in love
or sing the final song
for our voices were never found