"We Lean, and We Lean"

A river flowing through and through,
stinging, pinching through to you.
I would no longer speak if you only knew,
the words I should cease to speak to you.

The levees fail, and the depths of mind are revealed,
and my lips are far, so far from sealed.
But through the shields forth I go,
as I hurt you, hurt me, hurt us so.

I know not why or where this comes from,
whether pain, or love, or tradition, or rum.
Thought does not come into use,
the blind say words deserve abuse.

With nothing to say, but much to hear,
to learn, I fear, I turn my ear.
For I have something more profound to say,
and by God I will say it, till I turn grey.

For the wind never stops, even when you cant see it,
and neither do words, so I say so be it.
But on the contrary, can this be stopped,
or on weak wooden sticks is this world propped.

For when a heart is made solely of stone,
all that’s left to savor, is blood, and bones.
And when we are all gone, dead as dead gets,
I hope we can sit down and play on the frets.

Pour us some whiskey, or some glasses of beer,
For brothers are brothers, there is nothing to fear.
But I do know this, where the grass lays green,
Love, Love, and Love, we lean and we lean.