The More Loving One
no-one said it would be easy
sculptures in sand
no wave will ever wash away
the sweet touch of your hand
you healed me in your leaving
and helped me to see
that when crooked hearts live on
may the more loving one be me
sailing far beyond the rim now
strange mother and son conspiracy
a painful step ahead of cowards like us
and the dark glass that we see
turn my mourning into dancing
help me to see
that when broken hearts survive
may the more loving one be me
the eternal ebb and flow
on the narrow road
where I am convicted
convicted with the best of them
you touched me like I’d always known
you
you touched me with words that deafened
me
to the sound of those bells ringing
their ludicrous harmony
change me like the dawn does
when I suddenly see
that when fickle hearts contrive
may the more loving one be me
Steve
Butler
February
1999
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2000 Sticky Music