He can’t speak your language.

The only way he knows to say “I love you”

Is hurtful to your sensitivities

You were innocent, and you took him at his word

There’s a figment now, a standard that you keep

He’s a simple but gruff man

That only looks up to aim his shots

It’s hard for him, and it tortures you

Long after he is gone, you’ll be seeking his approval

What is better in the midst of chaos

There’s no winning a race with a running finish line

You can’t see how proud he is of you

You don’t understand his guarded suggestions

You two dance to different tunes

Maybe in a therapist’s chair you’ll come to understand

In your darkest hour, a dead man will reach out his hand

Your dreams are of the muck

And the destitution that he feels

You’ll wake up to the clouds where you soar

He’ll be in heaven smiling down on you

A simple man short on words

That he never heard when he was young and vulnerable

You’re his angel and he seeks to influence you

His dream and he seeks to make a mark

He so wants to be there for you

But you are so far from his world

You’re a standard he can’t keep

He’s a mark you can’t meet

Maybe some night you’ll simply hug

There might come a day when you both fly free

Despite the great gulf, maybe

You’ll both understand the language of mortality

Put aside all the misunderstandings

Overlook that great divide

Understand that when one of you is flying

The other comes along for the ride

You’re so strong and comprehending

A brave woman true all the way thru

He seeks in his humble ending

To teach you to fly

What you don’t see is that there is no standard

He doesn’t begin to understand your world

He can’t be there to mark your landing

He dumbly tries to help you sail far

You two are divided by language

You two are bonded in bloody love