Homesick
You spend your whole life just to remember the soundWhen the world was brighter, before we learned to dim it downCall it survival, call it the freedom of willWhere breath is our own, our compass needle standing still
Our resignation only comes on beaten paths
When the world was flat we dreamt of ...If love's elastic, then were we born to test it's reach?Is it buried treasure or just a single puzzle piece?It's poison ivy beneath our brave and trusting feetAll revelations come to us in recoveryCry wolf, cry mercy, cry the name of the one you were raised to believeCry heart, cry yourself to sleep, cry a storm of tears if it helps you breatheIt helps you, if it helps you breathe.