The Songs of old birds in cold worlds warm hearts of women where men have left.
Past wars still brewing in the brain making stews of despair he shares only with himself suffocating without breath his heart infested with death as The blood of foes Is still staining his hands
She holds him as though an infant trembling in fear of his own ghost she assures him with a kiss of hope that life is still worth living and all else is forgiven and all else is forgiven
Grand dad used to talk about the war when I was very young this one is for him and others like him
I know you don’t care Nobody does I regret the day I professed my love There is no way out Of this life I have I know, I know, it’s really not that bad I have a job, great friends and family too But something is missing, that something is you