Destruction

Tear it all, Tear it all down

There's nothing good here to see,

Bring this all down

There's nothing here for you or for me. 

A stronghold won't stand

With uneven walls. 

It all must come down 

Before we all fall. 

So, 

Stand high on the heap,

Kick all the stones. 

Let go of the anger

Which dwells in your bones. 

Have hope and rethink,

Breathe in new air. 

Look down and take sight,

Stones freed, lying there. 

New mortar, new clay

Rest warm in the sun.  

And beckon your sight,

And visions not done. 

Grab hold of your spade,

Your hammer, your blade. 

Lay out your maps,

And best plans made. 

Set out to make right

All gone so wrong. 

Build up your house

While singing your song. 

True destiny is held

By all men who know. 

That one must destroy 

If only to grow.  

Two Things

Two things are so much alike

And two things are not all the same. 

In time they grow so much apart

And hold true the same if only by name. 

So many ways to go through days

So many things to say or not say. 

Set out in early hour to jump on the day,

And finish late the very same way. 

So many things they say or not say

So many ways they go through days 

But late in a day they sit back and think,

Two things are always in sync.