I still see you
And it still hurts
Because you are still broken
By pain and innocence lost

Lost innocence on the altar of first love
Frustrated plans of future adventures
Left in the creeks and the cornfields where they began
Redemption is simply a word to a heart betrayed

Betrayed heart of a sinless sinful creature
Hope deferred makes the heart sick
At least, that’s what we’re told by the wisened kings
Blushing turned to rage in the moment of confused torment

Was it real?
Was it true?
Was it lovely?

We are the broken cornstalks.
Tread upon. Pressed into the earth beneath the feet of confused emotion.
The long, deep winter will cover the wounds.
The spring dew will revive the soul.
Longing in the meadow, surrounded by trees.
Trees of life. Breath of life.
One day, we will breathe again.