We’re so foolish in our youth
disrespectful of the truth
papered stories soon grow old
as does love when passion’s cold
yet I loved you most in those broken places
the cracks in your soul exposing the traces
of a tell all confession of a long ago man
and the hidden desires where woman began

Don’t feed the animal
the hunger only grows
shifting tides reveals a path
the fearful surely knows
to a sanctuary for strange loves
in search of foreign shores
and a harbour for the last of him
and a woman wanting more

pieces fall
in a scattered dream
time rushes on
in an endless stream
to a place where angels gather
to plot the end of war
so the struggles of a haunted soul
in comparison seems so small

we’re so foolish in our youth
disrespectful of the truth
papered stories soon grow old
as does love when passion’s cold
but I loved you most in those broken places
the cracks in your soul exposing the traces
of a tell all confession of a long ago man
and the hidden desires where woman began