To Truly Own It

There was a time

When I would have had you come

All you who were wearied

All you who were heartbroken

And I would have spoken those words

Those words of empty comfort

Words I had no right to speak

Because they were not mine

But then I was the wearied

And now I am the broken hearted

And I feel the weariness of you

And I feel the breaking of you

And now only do I have words of meaning

Those words I have every right to speak

But I cannot speak them

They hurt too much to say

Depart from me now all of you

All you who are wearied

All you who are broken hearted

Depart from me all you who need

All you who are empty

I am only a man

I am empty just as you

We are the empty people

Created empty

Left empty

To die empty

This is who we are

Let us not speak soft words without meaning

To make a comfort that we do not own

This world is a craving and necessity

A hunger pang we can never sate

Shall we look to the brightness of morrow

When today is ashes and still so grey?

We are mortal man and empty woman

We are the sons and daughters of laborpain

We do not live in the morrow

The only day we have is the day of today

We do not own tomorrow

We can only own our today

We may stand alone together

But we will stand alone either way