Quiet, Humble Man

Darling, he does not possess the grace
To speak for your honour

Often, he mistakes his own pride for love
Brave and drunk on cynics' nectar

Mostly at night, the unfettered feeds the beast
Thirty years of war have not made him wiser

He wears heavy armour, like a fool
And fails to see you keep the house alight with hope
For a quiet, humble man to hold you

Thirty years of war
You left the house alight
For a quiet, humble man