CRIPPLED HEARTS

CRIPPLED HEARTS
THAT BEG TO LOVE
LIKE BROKEN WINGS
ON CRIPPLED DOVE
IS PEACE A THING
WE VALUE LESS
THAN MONEY POWER
AND THE REST

EYES SO SOFT
A FACE SO SMALL
CRUSHED BENEATH
THE STRONG AND TALL
CRIPPLED WINGS
IN CRIPPLED FLIGHT
WHEN IF EVER
WAS THIS RIGHT

LITTLE HANDS
THAT TOUCH THE SKY
LITTLE LOVES
THAT PASS US BY
TEARS FROM LONELY
HEARTS THEY FLOW
LIKE BLOOD TO
EVERYWHERE THEY GO

CRIPPLED LEGS
ON CRIPPLE CREEK
LIFE IS MORE THAN
TONGUE AND CHEEK
BUT CRIPPLED HEARTS
ARE LONELY DAYS
THAT PEEK AT LIFE
IN CRIPPLED WAYS

WARS ARE WAGED
BY WEAKER MEN
WHO’S GREED AND LUST
BECOME OUR SIN
IT CRIPPLES US
WITH PASSING TIME
THESE CRIPPLED THOUGHTS
FROM CRIPPLED MINDS

Robert Parker Jameson Mar 14, 2008