Hard Year

 Got no place to call 

Your homeland 

Burnt that soft place to land 

Searching for the remnants 

Broken compass

Lost the path 

Staring into empty air

Seeking even a shadow 

To cradle your weary head

Sending out a beacon

Signaling your despair

Pleading for a rescue 

From a burning 

Pit of toxic ash 

It was you who set the fire 

That burned the forest 

Took that love shack 

To the ground 

Walls of your lies

Were easy tinder  

There is no architecture 

For forgiveness 

Without a blueprint

Of remorse 

But you built on a 

foundation of sand 

To build with  stone 

It takes a man 

Not the coward 

With matches in his pocket 

Flash your lights

Call for mercy

Call for soft words 

It’s gonna be a hard year

With no warm bed

Your arson 

Brought you here