Dear Hunter Melpomene
Cold had I calloused
Walls were raised to bear the weight
I'd not take
Too slow were my senses
Muted musings lost their way
Disconnected
Only silence remained
Holding my breath in the dark
Gasping for air
With the lungs of a lark
So warm was the welcome
Humble in its embrace
Tell me just how did you save me
Pull me up from the grave?
Though my youth did mislead
I would retreat to you
Right back to your arms
With my spirit aglow
Where the pains of the past
Exit en masse through you
Too lost when we part
With the lungs of a lark
I (far removed from myself)
Had denied what I lost
When my heart had withdrawn to the fray
(In a whimsical way)
I would flee from the truth
I could bury in youth
You (you would have me)
You would have me if I've fallen again
Would you bring me back out of the dark
With my lungs of a lark?
Cold have I calloused
But these walls are coming down
