Deep’s the Hurt

Deep’s the Hurt

From the shore of loneliness until we cry in the dirt

No forgiveness unless it’s from the angel of hurt

Look into her eyes each time she’s taken

She tries to believe she’s not forsaken

Reality is that heartless pool

To swim or sink, it’s that cruel

But yet the sigh of relief when it’s onside

The buffeting waves of being alive

Hear that call of passion mixed with despair

Scars her soul and makes love akin to coal

Righteous from the City love giving her a call

Suburbia’s dirty secrets that reach Town Hall

Her life’s not her own she feels down to her soul

Prays that one day God will break her fall

And she knows that sublime human nature’s her hope

That step to the hand of Saint Jude’s a chasm, she needs courage for the rope