Battlefield

I need to think for a second, get the poison out
I have to admit, I'm in a bit of a drought
You see there are times in life that really test a man
And if love is a battlefield, my banner barely stands
The war rages on and cities burn to the ground
The screaming intensifies, but often without a sound
Locked up in a prison cell we choose for ourselves
Tricking our minds into thinking all is well
And trying to remember what started it all
I vaguely remember a love-struck trust fall
But if I close my eyes, I can still see her smile
There's a faintness to it though; it's been quite a while
She says she's back now, and I have to believe
She wants to love again, not trying to deceive
What we used to have, I'm trying to perceive
That our life will again be what it used to be
You see it's the comfortability of it all
That tries, and often succeeds in the downfall
The erosion of the foundation of trust
The bottle holds the jackhammer, and I'm in a cloud of dust
Sometimes I feel as if I'm holding the bucket
Dumping water out of the boat, close to saying "fuck it"
But it's the optimism that keeps us afloat
More than the air to water ratio of the boat
I have to believe in the promise, the oath
In sickness and in health, it's what they wrote
And the kids! What will they think
When they're older and are offered their first drink
Will they remember that time when mommy tried to sink
Like a penny in a fountain, landing with a clink
I guess the point of all this, what I'm struggling to say
Is that I'm trying to hold on; taking things day to day
You see there are times in life that really test a man
And if love is a battlefield, my banner barely stands
I'll try to remember what started this all
I still think she's the fairest of them all
If they forced me to choose again, I'd still pick her
She still gives me a flutter, and makes the loins stir
I'm the eye of the hurricane, stay close to me
And we'll ride out this storm, patience is the key
No matter the chaos, or the raging sea
This is my life now, it's all I can be.

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