All we have

If all we have is love

Let love be blind

If all we have is peace

Let peace be kind

If all we have is sorrow

Let sorrow fall

If all we have is faith

Let faith be full

Rubble

Cracked land

Broken, helpless, dissolved

Breached, distant, and old

Ruins sharp against the sky

Rubble, dirt

Children hurt

Shards of doors

Closed forever

No longer together

Explosions muffled

No-one's sure

What is the actual point of war

Blake's echoing green

Blake, my friend

Why don't you try

To find contentment

To lose the lies

Without a shout

Of hurried innocence

Without your self professed

Experience

A rose is not sick for always

Just as the lamb is not so pure

Nor so sweet or lean

Nor is your tiger

With twisted sinews

Such a threat

To me

Why don't you listen to

Your echos

On the echoing green

And can't you find the sadness

In what will never be

Blake, my friend

You did not think

About the truth of

Of ultimate sin

So go and think

And write some more

Whilst still in death

I'll wait for you

Upon your echoing green

Fishing

Drag me down to the depths

Claw my flesh from bone

And if you fish my heart out

Keep it safe and whole

Your Secret

Empty houses

Broken gates

I walk along the street

If you meet me at the end

Perhaps your secret I will keep

And if the street has no end

And if you do not wait

I'll walk until the sun goes down

Past empty houses

And broken gates