For every love that’s born there is a cry

 

For every birth there is a cry

For every dream there is a wave

That recedes on a worn out lie

 

For every figurative metaphor

There is a simile of you on my mind

For every rueful discrepancy

 

There is a songbird singing in the sky

Oh just to fly a little higher, higher

Than; an unanswered question - asking why.

 

Oh I’ll never learn my lesson…

You’ll just have to embalm my will

In your falling gravity and embrace me again…

 

Until I’m also bound in these covers of war and peace

With a broken spine ripped at the seams

Hell I’m going to dream, I’m not going to cry

 

Till even these ephemeral wings can’t fly

I’m going to sink and swim

In every cloud on every seraphim wave until I die

 

For every figurative metaphor

There isn’t a simile for you in a funfair mirror

For every rueful discrepancy there is an image

 

That I just want to drown in without you

Under every wave for however long time goes on…

I just want to bob-on the waves with you

 

…On and on, on and on… and on…!

 

Because for every love that’s born there is a cry

For every dream there is a wave

That recedes on a worn out lie.