There's nothing new
about this song
it's all been sung before
I'm just a broken soldier
bleeding from an ancient war

When I came home
there were no crowds
no bands for me did play
I slunk back like a refugee
And now I'm here to stay

Every door
was closed to me
no woman and no lover
to take my hand  to comfort me
to lead my heart to cover

You found me like
some fallen bird
you took me home and said
I feel this pain you carry
now come with me to bed

You took me in
you eased that pain
and soothed me in your arms
outside I heard the sirens scream
inside I learned your charms

You tried your best
to heal my wounds
to get me on my feet
but guilt was far too much for me
I left you for the street

I live alone
in poverty
I guess I'm here for good
there are no saints or saviors
in this fallen neighborhood

But listen to me
if you please
I need to hear your name
to know I'm not completely lost
upon these streets of pain

It's cold it's dark
I'm fevered and
I'm lost in bed alone
I never was much good at love
too weary to the bone

I need to kiss
your shining eyes
but you are far away
and I am caught so far from you
upon this lonely day

You were much
too good for me
my dark relentless lies
too good to see the enemy
within my felon eyes

I thank you
for your comfort
your body and your heart
the way you shared your bed with me
forgave me from the start

There's nothing new
about this song
it's all been sung before
I'm just a broken soldier
bleeding from an ancient war

Spring Morning.
Your sun is warm, but your
Breeze remembers winter;

Your touch is that of a young
Woman who thinks she might
Be in love.

One hand mild,
One cold, and your heart
Slightly off center.

He fills the dry places
And brings the blooms anew
She is the air
Slipping in and out of you
To see what your heart holds true
The burning flame that jumps from soul to soul

He falls like a tear
Quiet
He falls like rain
Wild, graceful
She doused the pain
Like a smile, like a gentle pull
Into the Lotus Garden

Slipping, slipping, slipping
Away.
Heart tickling and tripping
Over blood that rushes through the quiet.
Just a ticking pulse, waiting for the last riot.

Tick, tick, tick
Infinity.
Mind roaring and racing quick
Through the deep, crevices and cracks.
Just closing slowly, waiting for the encroaching black.

Learn to appreciate the rainbow after cursing the rain. It’s just like loving again after experiencing the pain. Quote:

I wanted to say something
Off the top of my head.
I wandered in circles, in a spiraling ring.
A corpse that doesn't know she's dead.

I had something
On the tip of my tongue.
I wrung out my hands, ripped out the bones,
'Till there were no fingers left to wring.
A breath that never filled her lung.

I need something
To be the thrum of my heart.
Something -someone- more than a fling
And who won't so soon depart.