The Poets Cry for More

We are all homeless in one way or another
 Whether we've lost ourselves to lust
 Inflamed passions for things desired; forgotten the other
 Wandering aimlessly, in love with something
 That will only collect dust
 Or perhaps we've been led into the wilderness
 By some radiant lover, just to be left out in the cold
 A distant memory, and the warmth of home
 What are we then to do?
 'Cause in the heat of bliss
 We swore we would never love another
 There was truth and dignity in that oath
 Can there be any hope for their retention, in its breaking?
 That even while being disavowed, we recognize humanity
 We have all made mistakes
 And God, I've made mistakes
 But my mistakes haven't made me
 Oh fallen acorn, lost and alone
 Can you still be kissed by fire, by fire
 Give up your seed
 And spring up into a towering, mighty oak?
 We've been led into the wilderness
 By some radiant lover, just to be left in the cold
 A distant memory, the warmth of home
 'Cause in the heat of bliss, we swore we would never love another
 We've all made mistakes, every last one of us
 And just because we've told a lie, can we not still grow to be honest?
 Oh fallen acorn, lost and alone
 Can you still be kissed by fire, by fire
 Give up your seed
 And spring up into a towering, mighty oak?
 Thrown off kilter
 None of us would have thought
 We'd be who we are now
 When we were still little
 Eyes wide to possibility
 Who could have known