I promised her the hills and sky,
I promised her all this —
But one small word of truth means more
Than worlds of
Hollowness
I promised her the hills and sky,
I promised her all this —
But one small word of truth means more
Than worlds of
Hollowness
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
It is less painful to be alone
Than to be
Ignored
It can take a long and dedicated life
To reach the true heights
Of emptiness
Haste where speed is required from me;
Patience in all other matters
If you act like you’re poor
When you’re not
Then you never will be
Poor
Or happy

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