i hope to never hate without anger
to never love without being afraid
and when the words run out, and the hour is late
i hope to find peace in simple sadness

the old beginnings leak promises
as the signs of honest labor disappears
from the powerful hands of my hero
the wise tired father left alone in a hospital bed

imagination rescues mornings
when i return home on the train
hoping to never live without pain
to never own without losing