For _________

Good men tell you to be still
So movement does not aggravate.
A good man tells you not to fight
Because he’d rather joy elate.

He tells you to buckle
So you fall
And he says to keep your mouth ajar.

You said
“Good men never do me harm”
Is a good man what you are?

So year after year
The pain changed with the season.
Your love withered like leaves on trees.
And he still calls you hither.

Good men die on battlefields
They die on crosses and on beds of stone
A good man would rather watch you sleep
Just so you know you’re not alone.

He told her he’d be back another day
On a night where he could tolerate her voice
He told her not to fall asleep
Death may never give her a choice.

He took the money
And his booze
Packed up his car
And took the low road.

She sat in the middle of the floor,
The door ajar like he used to say it should be.
She had little on, little inside
She lay down with her hands over her eyes.

Good men wouldn’t beat me down to the devil’s level.
Good men wouldn’t stick needles in my skin.
Good men would stand on the ledge with me
protect me from the wind.

She cried and let her legs fall open
They felt familiar that way
She stared outside the window
And promised herself freedom one day.

Freedom is a casual miracle
Taken for granted and shows up unannounced.
It takes your breath away every time.

Then you forget it was ever a miracle.
And it disappears because you think you deserve it.

She’s waiting for her chance one day
Still vacant and deserted.