So It Is

Home is the place you can lay your head when it's bleeding

Friends are those to whom you never really say goodbye

When all you've lost is all you think you might be needing

This road has a way of turning 'round to show you what's been disguised

Right in front of your eyes

It's easier to fall asleep on a well-paved road

Even easier to sink knee-deep when the water's warm

But I have found that drowning can start off somewhat slow

And almost anywhere worth going is on a road that is worn

Though often only so by storms

Callous is a heart that has lived hard yet never learned

Like feet that know how to run but never how to stand

If refined in fire, you can expect you will be burned

But I've found there's more beauty in ashes than in any maiden's hand

Or any well-formed plan