Flippant Words

Blessed may be the home
Are we still blessed when we die alone?
Throw your sermons on the stack
They’re in the ether now you can’t take them back
Though the walls are wide
The wool is but long dyed
Flippant words are forever now
I can see you, I can hear you
How much more can it bend
In the vain hope that it can mend?Let’s agree not to condescend
Just keep burning it til I expend
Though the walls are wide
The wool is but long dyed
Flippant words are forever now
I can see you I can hear you now