The Road Home

The blind leading the blind, an expression
Heard a hundred times before finally understood
Yes I am mad and they should have known better

They were the blind leading the blind
My children are blind as I lead them
I am making mistakes, I am blind
There is no way to know which way you should go
Yes I am mad and they should have known better

We are wading out into the depths
Never quite certain of our tentative steps
We get stuck in the mud; we get in over our heads
We swim towards the light and pray that we're right
Yes I am mad and they should have known better

I cry in the night, in pain, with regret
I dream of wounded birds climbing through ash
To the top of a volcano where they fall into dust
I cry in anger and I cry in the deepest joy
Most of all I cry for our souls so lost in their woes
Only we know the depths of the holes in our souls
Only we know the heaviness of our trespasses

Yes I am angry and they should have known better
But maybe it's time to put the pain away
Maybe not forgiven, certainly not forgotten
But given away to a higher power as our hearts scab up
Perhaps life is just going to keep on going
Perhaps it is time to give up on the not knowing
Let the time be calm as it can be before there is no more