Little Ditties.

Here We Sit.

Here we sit, you and I.
	All these years later, and still the same.
Still in love, and still a little afraid.
	All these years later, and always just the same.
Farmer’s Doom...

Here am I, a gentle farmer,
	Armed with weapons meant to kill.
And my only Hope for Heaven
	Lies beyond these farming skills.
Here is the Day, then -
	and here, the Night.
We hold them both up to Heaven
	and blind ourselves to Sight.

Here’s to betrayal -
	Ever constant,
more’s the pity.

Ever dependable,
	when the people are humans
and there’s hearts to be had!