Lowest of the Low

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I feel your voice, I hear your heart
The pulse and the strum and the eminence
You haunt these songs, they bleed your name
The throb and the thrum and the resonance

How still is weightlessness?
How far is limitless?
How long is infinite?
No longer than the road I’ll share with you

I steel my will, you steal my thoughts
The late afternoon hides the evidence

How bleak is inclement?
How black is hopelessness?
How blank is emptiness?
As barren as the days without you home

And time after time
The days cash in their pre-paid suicides
But we survive, we abide

How pure is blessedness?
How deep is fathomless?
How rare is happiness?
No rarer than the love you share with me
No clearer than a thousand eyes can see

  1. Teenage Insurrection Ron Hawkins and the Do Good Assassins 2:28