The same tears that saw youcome from fireplace
The same mother gave birth
to river and the flames
and if I say I love you
I don't claim your space
my spirit is free because
it doesn't come from this place
The tenderness looks young
and patience speaks so slow
their power is ancient
they never grow old
when you mock behind their back
they pretend they don't know
they let you draw your path
of spoken words, yours alone
The vanity comes last
to the table of our host
it's the final guest
it's the dictator and the whore
when the war is over
she eats from every plate
you have to let her be
water your flames
she'll eat to death.