Kolly Kibber’s Birthday

My life is a delicate balance
The distance between town A and town B
Fighting experience and wilfull ignorance
Smiling at such naivete
Weak and emotional, it drains the soul
Welcomes you into the town
Tears down your strategy, it blocks your road
Pumps blood where no blood should be

And as the fog gets clearer
Shadows in your eyes appear
The weak gets strong and nearer
And condensation tears are brushed away

My war is a Pyrrhic victory
My strategy tears like a circular saw
Crown Prince indifference comes marching in
Proudly but ripped to the core
Weak and emotional, it irrigates
Half of our hearts at one time
More than in Liverpool, and Junior school
Like lions we cling to our pride

And as the fog gets clearer
Though it really breaks the heart
The weak get strong and nearer
And condensation tears are brushed away

My arms bear a payment to liberty
My mind, aghast, smashes the chains of tyrrany
Pale and excitable, they flail around
The naked aggression we feel
My heart's chemical incendiary, correct the past
Walk and on water we try
Weak and emotional, insufferable
Security softens the lie