Dirty Little Secrets

i know you’re still playing
the same old game,
one more lie on the mountain
of lies you’ve told,
always something
or someone else to blame,
the truth isn’t comforting
when the nights get cold.

why do you always
have to think you’re right?
can’t you admit, once,
you could be wrong?
things are almost never
simply black or white,
and the greys pour down
like rain in this song.

sometimes i think about
the damage you left behind,
how many hearts out there
will never mend?
i was a believer once,
but you’ve changed my mind,
and i’m sure everything
will haunt you in the end.

life goes on.

so they call me a “Liberal”
i don’t believe in their lies
i don’t believe that “family”
gives men the power to tyrannize

i don’t believe that money
will trickle down from the rich
i don’t believe in the greedy
i know they think i’m a bitch

i don’t believe homosexuals
pose a threat to anyone
i don’t believe that keeping quiet
is going to help right the wrong

i don’t think your religion
stands up to my scrutiny
a long history of oppression
is right there for all to see

i don’t believe in racism
things are never black or white
i don’t believe in sexism
it’s not your god-given right

so they call me a “Liberal”
am i supposed to feel shame?
i don’t believe in your labels
but i’ll be proud of that name

she enters the forest
and moves not the grass
emersed in the water
no waves does she cast

there’s nothing can equal
her fathomless depths
everything is peaceful
when her mind is at rest

from moment to moment
the future’s not come
think not of the past
there’s nothing to be done

spring comes with its flowers
autumn with the moon
summer with breezes
winter sings its tune

so on I ran… faster
but I couldn’t escape myself
really just wanting to die
remembering it all
my hair turned from fire to ash
because I love you

for you know what we shared
more beautiful than the stars
caught in a web of desires
longing spreads it’s light upon the sea
my thoughts will never change
even when I glimpse but a memory

this life is bitter with love
a web I can weave no more
my lips are dry, my fingers ache
and time can never mend the spaces
where my fingers strayed
caressing the silences between

the fairest thing is what one loves
never again will I see
the highlands and the stream
never again will I hear
the sound of pipers as I did then
walking in the footsteps of the gods