i saw a crooked man today
old and wrinkled and gray
he walked a crooked walk
his jaw made crooked talk
why this shape i wondered
his pain, not to be numbered
i ask my friend if she knew
yes, she said, he is half of two
his love and he shaped a heart
his love passed and split it apart

your eyes may see
with the age of years
you may carefully listen
with experienced ears
you can carry yourself
as confidence earned
and speak with words
so brilliantly learned
but heart, meek and mild
give and hope and love
as you were a child

why did you give my heart wings
so i could fly
or
so you could watch me crash

lost in the soulless city of needs, wants and addictions, with my fellow lost souls

why do birds have feet
my spirit doesn't
nor my hope
or my love

you could have let me off easy by saying i hate you, but you said you didn't care

how much love passes you by because you can't see through yourself