Same Old Song

The torn remain

Of what was plain

Waves now ore frozen ground

In winds that blow

Cold ice and snow

And other feelings down

There isn’t much

Left in a touch

To calm the trembling hand

For winter chill

Bears haunting still

In cloak across the land

The settled dust

And mingled rust

Guard safe against the grain

While bleaking dim

From deep within

Gives root to dampened pain

How did it come

From there to here

How could it go so wrong

A love once whole

Two lives a-full

Yet still…

The same old song