Sticks

Sticks walking around 

Invisible,
Forgettable 

Running in circles 
Walking straight lines 

Stick snapping,

Voice breaking,
Yes, it's happening 

Tape at the heart 

It can’t fall apart

Paint it over 

Find a pretty cover

Buy the ribbons and bows 

Force the joy, forget the woes 

Stick lying on the ground 

Stick lost in the crowd 

No sound 

Second chances

The war has ended
The blood on our lips has dried
There is no crushing sound
That jerks our souls anymore
Only memories,
That run with a vengeance
In dark dungeons


The scars run a mile deep
Into our heart of hearts
They provoke and undermine
They have always, right from the start

Here we are,
Naked and unsure
It may be cold,
And they may be clever
But we missed every bullet
We got through, we got out
We pushed, and we landed

Cheers to what we've snatched from life,
Amen for what was swiftly taken away

Though our houses may forever remain haunted,
Here's to stolen second chances!