Religious Audacity

​Corinthians was wrong, 
3500 hundred years ago, maybe it was different,
Or maybe they just didn't write it down well,
All those different hands. 

In that moment when you're 
Holding someone's hand,
Knowing it won't be that hand 
That you watch wrinkle,
But you hold onto it,

Hoping that one day it
Would be a different hand, 
With a ring and a heart
That has your best interests,
Not your just interests for the night.

And your heart knows, 
Oh your heart knows so well 
That this isn't real, 
But it'll race,
Because it's still naive. 

Fake love, in all its hormones,
All its cruelty,
Its disguises, 
It's a good actor,
Tells a great lie to the heart,

Kind of like those raindrops,
You prayed would beat the others,
Running down the window,
Fleeting as the sun dries its life, 

You rooted for rain till it matched
The tears rolling down your cheeks,
Those nights you felt you weren't good enough,

Those nights when Real Love was jealous,
Of fake love, 
When Corinthians was wrong.