They speak and words 
Fumble from mouths 
That wish that they 
Were speaking out 
Of something else 
Of the obvious 

It has to be 
It has to be 

Humanity has otherwise 
Lost its wings 
Its feathers shorn 
By barbs and stings 
From treacherous planes
Rockets blazing 
By the ugly might
Of vetoing 
Might it be 
Those hearts still beat 
To other things 
Resembling, faintly even 
An evenness, a balancing 
Of fickle acts, good intentions 
For a time, lost in a storm
Treacherous, unsteadying 

They speak and words 
Come stumbling out 
Of throats that lie
In tender flesh 
Fleshing out sweeter things 
Like hearts that throb 
On other planes
And blood that sings
Of vital things 
Could it be those
Soul-stirring thoughts
Have lost their way 
In heart’s hollow 
They pulsate
Knock-knocking 
On its ribs

It has to be 
It has to be.