PASSENGERS

Courage, courage, my sweet love.
it's not an easy ride.
we're going down a bumpy road,
in dark without a guide,
with jagged faults in narrow seats
and flaws we can not hide,
slamming brand new bruises in
before old tears have dried,
injuring each other's hearts
against our rigid pride.

but Love's the stronger cushioning
when she and pain collide,
and bumps and bruises aren't so bad
with love on either side.
over time a soul's worn smooth
until collisions glide.
the jagged faults are worn away
and flaws are cast aside.
patience perfects passengers
with fear of pain defied

and though it's painful, dark and rough
i love you by my side