Thus I Wrote

Look in the mirror
And kiss yourself
Take your arms
And hold yourself

You were beautiful then
Behind the tattoos
You were beautiful then
Behind the abuse

You took it to the limit
You did all you could
You felt it too much
Much more than we would

You were not stupid
But not that smart
Maybe for wisdom
This is a large part

And all those smart people
They don’t do much
Good parts in a machine
It seems as such

They wanted a bee
In a beehive mind
But all you are now
Is all you’ve left behind

We must pick our moment
To heave a sigh
We must pick our moment
To say goodbye
Because everything must end
Because everything must end

And everything that starts
Must finish in time
Everything that rises
Must fall in line
Because everything must end
Because everything must end

Once we were confident
We were beautiful then
We had choices to make
We were wanted then
But everything must end
But everything must end

You move over shimmering waters,
You see your face in the deep
You create and you hope
That you’ll find what you seek

And you dig deep in the earth,
Its all sticky, wet and black.
Ah..you’re soaked by the rain,
But you don’t turn back.

You see your love measured out,
Into fine, crystal glasses.
And handed out anxiously,
To the next person who passes.

You see the sun rise
You see it fall to the earth again
You see the leaves grow and die
In a forest that still remains

Oh..dream is all you seem to do
You hope for tomorrow
Because today just won’t do
Oh..dream is all you seem to do
You search for beauty
And a love that is true.

You see a baby born,
All crying and bloody red.
You see his mother sleeping
Her hair matted in her bed.

And you hear a trumpet call,
At dawn on a lonely hill.
And you see a lion tear
Into its captured kill.

Oh..dream is all you seem to do
You hope for tomorrow
Because today just won’t do
Oh..dream is all you seem to do
You search for beauty
And a love that is true

I wait at the cross of two great roads
As the dew it rises in the morning
I offer to give all that I hold
As the dew it rises in the morning

And the earth it moved
And the wind it blew
But there’s still time to forgive
And the seeds they flew
And the trees they grew
But there’s still time to forgive

The wine in her glass is red from the sun
It drips from her lips and to the earth it runs
Like precious stones, her eyes they shone
And her laughter the drug I was hooked on

And the earth it moved
And the wind it blew
But there’s still time to forgive
And the seeds they flew
And the trees they grew
But there’s still time to forgive

I fight in the night something I can’t see
I stab at its heart, but the blood comes from me
Her lash on my skin, it cuts and rips through
The blood I let run to sow something new

And the earth it moved
And the wind it blew
But there’s still time to forgive
And the seeds they flew
And the trees they grew
But there’s still time to forgive

I return to the cross of two great roads
As the dusk falls in the evening
I wait there to reap what I’ve sowed
As the dusk falls in the evening

And the earth it moved
And the wind it blew
But now there’s no time to forgive
And the seeds they flew
And the trees they grew
But now there’s no time to forgive

I asked if my Martini
Was shaken or slowly stirred
I tried understanding Pollock
And his views, of the world
In an apartment in Wall street
I waited for her, to allow
I used to worry much more then
I don’t worry, so much now

I held on to her
Like a crucifix of gold
But I held on too tight
Or so a sage, later told
On the stage I was anxious
For my turn, to take a bow
I used to worry much more then
I don’t worry, so much now

And I had this baggage
That I dragged behind
In a battered suitcase
That’s common enough, to find
But the skin, it was too thin
I felt uncomfortable, somehow
I used to worry much more then
I don’t worry, so much now

I was a little man
They said I was distant and mean
I was not honest enough
And my motives, were not clean
These seeds of change they buried
With the tip, of their plough
I used to worry much more then
I don’t worry, so much now

We said many things
That can never be unsaid
And who will forgive us now,
For all the mistakes, we’ve made?
I’ve prayed for some cool hand
To stroke, my fevered brow
I used to worry much more then
I don’t worry, so much now

I wait at the cross
Of two great roads
I was given my quest
I was told what I owed

The wine in the glass
Was red from the sun
It dripped from her lips
And to the earth it did run

Like precious stones
Her eyes they shone
Her laughter was the drug
That I was hooked on

And the earth it moved
And the wind it blew
And the seeds they fell
And the trees they grew

I fought in the night
Something I couldn’t see
I stabbed at its heart
But the blood came from me

Her lash on my skin
It cut and ripped through
The blood I let run
To sow something new

I wait at the cross
Of two great roads
I show what I’ve paid
I reap what I’ve sowed

And so I cross
The river at its ford
My cloak and my staff
Hide my head from the world

I follow the raven
Through twisted black hills
I am weary from travel
But must travel more still

I kneel and I pray
To a God I don’t know
I wait for the rain
And the thunder to go

I find pure water
By a single green tree
And the sun, it still shines
In the sky for me.

Is it a strange destiny
That brings me here.
Or am I just running
From something I fear.

The hammer falls, steel on steel
The fire, the heat and the dirt
The sweat and chaos of it all
The pleasure and the hurt.
We interact with ceremonies,
And blessed with sweet incense
We’re moulded, yes, we’re forged
In the fire of experience

The truth is handed down
With sacred words burning bright
So they say to control us
So they say to bind us tight
But I have spoken to God
And I’ve said, it doesn’t make sense
He agreed, yes, it’s forged
In the fire of experience

You are born with a clean slate
You build on the best of the past
You do what is effective
To overcome the number cast
And new friendships need a force
To pull them off the neutral fence
To push them, yes, they’re forged
In the fire of experience

I move over shimmering waters,
I see my refection in the deep.
I create what I thought was good,
I sow what I thought I’d reap.
I hear a trumpet sound,
At dawn on a lonely hill.
I see a white bird flying south,
As a lion feeds on its kill.

I see a baby born,
All crying and bloody red.
With his mother’s hair matted,
As she sleeps in her lonely bed.
I dig deep in the earth,
All wet, sticky and black.
I am soaked by the rain,
But I will never turn back.

I see my love measured out,
Into fine, crystal glasses.
All handed out anxiously,
To the next person who passes.
I see my hands rise,
As the rain falls from the sky.
And the mud on my forearms shakes,
With every screaming cry….

I see the sun rise
And fall to the earth again
I see the leaves grow and die
In a forest that still remains
In the evening I await,
The white bird to fly
I’m in need of forgiveness,
And the peace it can buy.

I have fears
They are vampires
In the dark of my mind
But they shrivel
In the light
That is what I find

Can you call?
My vampires out?
With promises of love today?
If you ignore me
They will just grow
Despite what I say

So hold my hand
And let me in
To be a part of you
Listen to me
Please accept me
And all of my faults too

Oh Love
You are the balm
You’re the saviour of my soul
You bathe me
You soothe me
And you make me whole