Quiet, Humble Man
The black atlantic
Darling, he does not possess the grace
To speak for your honour
Often, he mistakes his own pride for love
Brave and drunk on cynics' nectar
Mostly at night, the unfettered feeds the beast
Thirty years of war have not made him wiser
He wears heavy armour, like a fool
And fails to see you keep the house alight with hope
For a quiet, humble man to hold you
Thirty years of war;
You left the house alight
For a quiet, humble man