Walk on then, Love, walk
in your muddy combat boots dragging
through heavy duty shit that wasn’t even yours
in the first place but
No one bothered to clean up so here
You are
My Braveheart
Walk on then, and find the rivers
So pure where
All the lovers have drowned with their millstones of fear and misunderstandings
When they could have looked
just around the bend and washed off their bruised hearts
side by side
in the blue eyes of the waiting meadows