RECENT LOVE SONG FOR A NEW HOPE IN THE PRESENT MILLENNIUM

I'll never stop thinking how we could
be kings if only we could rid ourselves
of this church basement smell

The water is cold and deep in the middle
where once I saw rushes and you a dead
dark horse out on the tiles

Wishing I'd been born on the bayou if
only for the patois and to be a paid up
member of the damned

Put a shine down lemon good and get the
word out that imagining failure is only
the limit of our world

I heard the worst radio had to offer in
your eyes and I'm here to tell you our
love is deeper than that

Still needing to get myself ready for
Sunday because I keep remembering how
I forget to ask for help