The Machinery of the Heart

This one's for lovers

And fighters alike,

For those that get lost in their passions at night.

 

This one's for those

That question and wander,

Those that speak whispers, and those that speak thunder.

 

This one's for believers

And for those who've lost faith,

Free-willers, the karmic, and those drunk on fate.

 

This one's for the meek,

The mild, the wild;

This one's for the elderly, the parent, the child.

 

This one's for the stillborns

And this one's for screamers,

This one's for the broken, the aged...

 

The dreamers.