Polarity's sin paid for parity's cost
The kingdom of god has forgotten its cross
The language of falling is decidedly fast
When you wallow in love you believe it will last
When you give up the grift and let someone in
You balance their love with the weight of their sin
To consider a victor you contemplate the cost
There cannot be a victory where there was no chance of loss
Parity gained through polarity's death
Is a heart cured of beating by caving the chest

If my tears were goodbye letters
Dad, I'm sending ten thousand more
If my heartache were an operetta
Dad, I've written a million scores

If waves of grief crash and dump me
Dad, I'll paddle Tsunami's to shore
If I could turn back time and space
Dad, I'd fly you right to my door

If the stars were openings to heaven
Dad, I'd blast with SpaceX and I'd soar
If my singing could reach your ears
Dad, it's vibrato would be heard in Timor

I ponder, as rain on my window pane
slides down like the tears
we shed for the years
we let slip away
when we could not stay,
together.

I think and I feel, like when we would kneel
at the altar rail
till our faith grew stale
and our love took flight
in December’s blight,
bad weather.

I muse in my mind, on the gods unkind
who tore us in two
(slew love that was true)
when we, by the stream,
lay down there to dream,
on heather.

Don't wait up for tea she said, in the message she left me
I'll be working half the night away, till then I won't be free
So go ahead and eat your meal, don't worry about a thing
If I find I'm working later then, l guess I'll have to ring.

Don't wait up for me she said, you know l'm working late
The office now is understaffed, and clientele won't wait.
There's emergency in the ward again, and desperate are the beds
There's no-one left we can call in, when all is done and said