from you to you

what breaks for a man
but his will or his code,
the slightest pressure to his hand
or contradictions untold—

sure, there is light and dark
and often right and wrong,
but, there, submission is so stark,
and permissions are so cold—

that the onus is on you
but I give in again anyway,
just to hear what you think
and reconcile it all away—

when we’ve gathered what we can
of all we’ve each been given,
what we miss we make up for
when to our hearts we each listen—

so I am yours and yours are mine;
and our song is sung without blame,
telling all the more for all-time
of each and everything with a name—

kings so up high with such grace and consolation
live only for this cause of peace and prosperity,
their will is your honor, their wish, your honest ear,
however, they’ll serve you, whenever, they’re near—

at the end of the day, or, at the end of the week,
no more than your smile, is all that they’ll seek—

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  1. what breaks (down and falls apart) for a man (at least)
    but his will (to act) or his code (of conduct and candor);
    the slightest pressure (from you) to his hand
    or contradictions (in his principles) so cold—

    sure, there is light and dark (good and evil)
    and often right and wrong,
    but, there (where someone has to decide), submission (to the wiser) is so stark,
    and permissions (granted to me) are so cold—

    that the onus (in knowing what to do) is on you
    but I give in (to your doubts) again (since I had them, too) anyway,
    just to hear what you think
    and reconcile it all away (the doubt)—

    when we’ve gathered what we can
    of all we’ve each been given,
    what we miss (and don’t understand) we make up for
    when to our hearts (our good friends) we each listen—

    so I am yours (all your friends) and (all your friends) yours are mine;
    and our song is sung without blame,
    telling all (our friends) all the more (than they asked for) for all-time
    of each and everything with a name (all we know and love)—

    kings (me and mine) so up high with such grace and consolation (the sweetest lovers)
    live only for this cause (not this end) of peace and prosperity,
    their will is (to honor) your honor, their wish, (for you to give) your honest ear,
    however (they can), they’ll serve you, whenever (you want), they’re (I’m) here—

    at the end of the day, or, at the end of the week (not both)
    no more than your (unbroken) smile, is all that they’ll ever seek—

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