Genesis

When out of place with heaven and hell,

A stranger to the earth;
A searcher with no place to dwell –
No dream, no hope, no mirth.

When loving one who’s out of league,

Adonis in your eyes.
While seeing words you want to read
And knowing that they’re lies.

When in despair with those around,
A bird without a song;
Who keeps their feet nailed to the ground
And all alone, goes on.

If in some nightmare of your own

You too could hear her prayers,
Release her from her tortured roam
And tell her that he cares

If, as the light is failing those

Who’ve often failed themselves,
You too could gently let her know
Love is a maze of hells.

If you could know the love she feels –

The pain, the joy, the care;
As ceaseless as the turn of wheels,
And yet he can’t love her.