Lined in Chalk

you may talk
and all your words
may run around my head
you’re lined in chalk
within the herd
no kindness in what’s said

what makes you
the judge of me
without a hint of love
today re-proved
my destiny
lies with the holy dove

the Northern star
you’ll never call
until your days are cold
close or far
the curtain falls
your hand I’ll never hold

I’m wasting breath
for all your kind
will never understand
the biggest threat
to those sanguine
is power in cruel hands

here I rant
and here I judge
I’d turn the public cheek
but I just can’t
drop a grudge
when what you do hurts me

these are the lines
to close the day
no other ones seem right
behind the blinds
I see your face
did you think once tonight?