I am regularly known for my inconsistence.
Would take my hand offering a little assistance.
I have things to offer which are mystic
In my ways artistic.
Iím not the man I pretended to be.
Youíre upset but I think you can still love me.
Iíve said asinine things that were untrue.
I stand in my slacked grandeur, please let me follow-through.
As we kiss and slip under the sheet.
You say "Chris," shattering walls of concrete.
You still accept me after my shortcomings,
You the glorious Queen of Homecoming.
Now, that Iíve grasped you this isnít time released.
On this game board of Life you are the centerpiece.
Because of you, everything I touch is tender.
You examine my soul no longer making me a pretender.
With every question you ask.
More and more of me, you unmask.
Speak slowly my heart is still learning.
Your heart is what my lessons are earning.
In you I seek a Holy Grail.
What I found was a lovely nightingale.
This bird has been lost for so long.
Now, openly singing his love song.
Listening to the bird singing, Iím tongue-tied.
You canít help but feel this truth filled lullaby