Mockingbird

Welcome to the warmth, my dear son from the north
You look better these days than you did
Your speaking is slow, now that you know
That you're suffering each stroke of your heart
Tell me, when did your life come apart?
With your writing's recital the jury's decided
That your exile has been self-induced
With your prophecies trampled, your poor heart unraveled
Switched out for some strand of truth
And love is a game, to be played
On a mockingbird stage
And I would have you for my own
Two years kick like steel drums on tile kitchen floor
Do not ask my forgiveness, now do you still need more?
Like a watchman in the tower, I've seen you bloom like a flower
But you are fading in the absence of rain
And love is a game, to be played
On a mockingbird stage
And I would have you for my own
And there'll come a time when we all
All must stand before we fall
And I'm gonna be there when you do
So pour out for your spectators, dreams and intentions
Still nothing is sweeter despite all your inventions
And the few secret promises locked in your rhyme
My love, nothing is changing with time
You're just losing your precious mind
And love is a game, to be played
On a mockingbird stage
And I would have you for my own
And there'll come a time when we all
All must stand before we fall
And I'm gonna be there when you do
So cry like Saint Christopher, or preach like Saint Paul
Still your lips therefore (it?), and they're no help at all
Cause you can't soothe the lions, no, you can't raise the dead
You are John the Baptist, and they are taking your head