What’s Best For Her
We are all just ignorant foot soldiers
Dirty work ravishes between our toes
Everyone fights for you
If a wolf can basket a mammoth
Than why can’t he have you
Not to pry
But beneath easy mornings
There was a guy
Whose feet just feel better in your sunny spots
And his puddles are so cold
But know that there is a path he’s setting for you
With the lies he has told
He just wants to help with whatever it is you ask
He’ll bend your images of them into something dark and dull
He'll spit fiction of his stone faith
And every word you will believe
Every letter wrapped with a good lie
To turn your worst friends into heroes
The ones who will take my shovel to pave your road
But your last lyrics squeezed his heart
With nothing to say, he swallowed in agreement
For your road he hopes there is enough cement
You wanted to try again?
And one more time he falls
Just when he was getting to be so tall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem