Wreckage

In the fall of Rome
you were home alone
on the phone, you hoping to come over

In the blowing gale
you were nailed to the throne
and impaled by the wreckage in the water

Don't go out in the rain
it's infected again
And you don't have the health care provider

But the Officials all say
it will all be okay
just as soon as the story washes over

Why are you asking why?
This is the lie we live
Not the first place or time
Moral imperative

With the time that is left
you've a right to object
to the lives they select as cannon fodder

And connect to the ground
when there's no-one around
you'll be faced with the land beyond the border

Why don't you get up?
When have you seen enough?
Take a stand before the shockwave comes to blow you over

Love is so hard to explain
What am i thinking of?
Striking a match in the rain
Search in my mind for love