Some precious good intentions
led us into the dark, closed the door,
I'm singing it open again.
And twisted, backwards promises
forced lies into shapes unrecognized,
I'm begging a quiet departure.
In one breath a clear way out,
and the next a desperate return.
Waiting around always got me down.
Watch the winds change, the moon shade.
Brave the fall; love abounds.
Sometimes I write them, sometimes I share them.