By fires that bring no heat
And roads that bring us back
Only to uncertain beginnings, not destinations.
Here where words fail, losing meaning, betraying good intentions.
Somewhere that has been reached
Through unknown sorrows
Or grief too profound to fathom,
A place where misunderstanding comes easier
And clarity seems beyond grasping
A road to nowhere and back again.
When there had been a belief in beauty,
Real hope in some kind of Truth
And a vision of glory and a word of God.
And all this wrought by those who speak about Truth.
And who talked about loving,
But who threw hearts like debris onto the fire.
And raked up dreams like tired dead autumn leaves.
And so we become strangers to each other
And I with so many words struggling to speak
And you like the skylark beyond my reaching,
And this it seems is the way it has to be.
An unchangeable course like the paths of stars,
Set so distant from each other until eternity ends.
