Love's Recovery

During the time of which I speak
It was hard to turn the other cheek
To the blows of insecurity.
Feeding the cancer of my intellect
The blood of love soon neglected
Lay dying in the strength of its impurity

Meanwhile our friends we thought were so together
TheyÂ’ve all gone and left each other
In search for fairer weather
We sit here in our storm
And drink a toast to the slim chance of loveÂ’s recovery.

Here I am in younger days star gazing
Painting picture perfect maps
Of how my life and love would be
Not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection
My compass: faith in loveÂ’s perfection.
I missed ten million miles of road I should have seen

Meanwhile my friends we thought were so together
Left each other one by one on the road to fairer weather.
And we sit here in our storm
And drink a toast to the slim chance of loveÂ’s recovery.

Rain soaked and voice chocked
Like silent screaming in a dream
I search for our absolute distinction
Not consent to bow and bend
To whims of culture that swoop like vultures
TheyÂ’re eating us away, (eating us away).
TheyÂ’re eating us away to our extinction

O how I wish I were a trinity
So if lost a part of me
IÂ’d still have two of the same to live
But nobody gets a life time rehearsal
As specks of dust, weÂ’re universal
To let this love survive be the greatest gift we could give

Tell all the friends who think theyÂ’re so together
That these are ghosts and mirages
All these thoughts of fairer weather
Though its stormy now I feel safe
Within the arms of loveÂ’s discovery.