Gibberish

Lost and lonely we come back to broken homes, hoping for a change.

I write to share my thoughts,
 and live to share the rot.
I sang to give my thanks
 and stand up for my ranks
  but I am kicked
                     and bruised
                                   and left for food.
No one comes here tonight.

Yeah, he lives and gives me flight
  but is so far away.
With him I sing,
  with him I read,
I give my everything.

My comfort comes not from his hands,
  but God's deep soul divine.
I stand up for my very soul,
  but, share my every toll?

How now can I begin to cry?
It has been taken since.
You have my word, my every dirt,
  but this will take my bite.

Can't you see the scorn and hate that overtook this bird?
My song, now gone, cannot be sung in this divide and wine.
Drunken tears and solid cheers are shout with grateful pride.

Please come home
 and lay, once more,
on the bed that once was yours.