The falling and the flying
And somehow it felt like dying
As I raged against the machine
And swore that I was the queen
Of my own domain
As the rain
Fell upon my head
And I wished myself dead
A thousand times 
But the war crime
Awoke me to be 
Something that I have to see
If I am to realise
That which never dies
In it’s own embodiment 
That hell is heaven sent 
If everything is God created
And some things are simply stated 
In their complexity
There are rivers that run into the sea
And they get the best of me
As an ocean swallows all you’ll be
And the holy light 
Was more than all white 
It was the trancendental
Amid the realms so evidential 
In it’s plurality
The God of One 
Revealed Itself to me
And I was twenty three
When I shared the summer with the free
And it bit back 
For all that it lack 
In the midnight ramblings and stuttered speech
I know he hit me because he was weak 
And scared and suffering 
And, I, the bird with the broken wing
Refused to fly
And something die
In all that war
I don’t know what any of it was for
Because he just tries to say
I want you at a distance, okay
And I belligerent refuse
To be some point you want to prove
Throw the papers in your face
And say that thing is a disgrace
And leave me alone
I block the phone
From ever calling to my door
I shut you out and what’s more
I bar the gate
And time won’t wait 
For a sin like that 
Something was said that can’t be taken back
So I leave 
Like Tristan with a heart upon her sleeve
In her walking boots
And the man may have roots
Or a motorbike 
But what are you like 
When you swim the sea
Just to say sorry to me 
Like Michael and the man 
I’d forgive you but I don’t know if I can
Let it go
I thought I’d write it down so you’d know