Oasis

Burned up and of no use anymore
Its been so much, maybe too much
To enter in to a distant moor
Its living here and there as such

A fallen leaf that never was green
Always breaking and falling
But remaining to forever be seen
A quietude of constant calling
Such is what is in store to be alive

It can’t be broken but can always be torn
A thorn pierces those who near
But for the ones who choose to endure
To cure and steer will never mourn
So be glad and be sad
That it never ends
And it always means
That we’ve grown up
And its always worth
Living and dying for

The sun is up and ever-rising
Its threatening and enlightening
To enter in to the sling
That cradles our every breath
Always in the place of our birth

To fall and to break and to gain
The strength to mend your pieces
Back together again
Enlists the slavery of each soul
To pardon the oft-resolve
To feel used but remember
Even the broken will dissolve
To that matter that builds us all