Love and commitment to my life has been like The Communist Revolution
So much hope and so many promises
But instead a cold war of the heart divides
You and I into East-West across the Eastern front of the Yonge line
Me in the West - in London regress
The Diplomat stalled before it reached the Guelph line
So many mistakes and broken promises
The negotiations drag on and on
The tactical assault on my waning heart
Will not got unanswered this time

Love and commitment to my life has been like The Industrial Revolution
So much hope and so many promises
But the pollution of the soul corrupts the mind
To believe that you like an island nation
Can self-sustain and stand alone
But expect a collapse when you over extract
The exhaustible resources of your fragile soul
So many mistakes and broken promises
The mining goes on and on
Deeper you go the bleaker your soul becomes
If you don’t replace balance of what you've sold

Love and commitment to my life has been like The Quiet Revolution
So much hope and so many promises
The separation of faith from the state of your mind
Two solitudes in a faltering union
No common language we speak and no restitution
We get along if we avoid the conversation
But unresolved and divided we fall
So many mistakes so many broken promises
The debating just goes on and on
Like a letter bomb to heart martial law is just the start
Watching our migration carry on