The capricious

To all the ones who stabbed our backs
with words of doubt and faith to match
you left us sullen, we rose above
just in time
the capricious fuel the fire
the kindred tow the line
we take it on the chin
rewind and start again
we waded through the mire
we slashed and set on fire
we always saw it coming
had your number
to all the ones who shifted blame
to dreams of higher resolution
we called your bluff, called you out
dropped you at sunrise
you are the flames whose fires barely burned
whose wicks left as cinder long ago
we offered you our dreams with opened arms
wasn't enough, so good riddance