A Verity

I promised her the hills and sky, I promised her all this — But one small word of truth means more Than worlds of   Hollowness

No Badge

There is no badge for caring, No prize for making time; There’s no gold rings adorn the hands That help us with the climb There is no medal given To him who love’s work braves: For good deeds die a natural death, And sleep in unmarked Graves


In every land and time we know: That there’ll be rich and poor, That freedom and security Will always be at war, That people will be good and bad, That they’ll be false and true, That kids will break their parents’ hearts, And have theirs broken, too