It never was my merit which could buy My pardon or a chance to live like this. This freedom came as gently as a sigh, Justifying me as with a kiss. Gentleness at first, and then a power Taking all my sins to task, to die. Fear has lost its
You burnt to ashes all my heart and soul, Turning me upon my heart and soul, Every pillar lost from my control. Oh how greatly I rely on me, More than anyone I trust in me, And in this state I feel more truly free. No, perhaps my joy is
My word does not then stand up to your own, And proof remains required of my skill. You base my worth on tests and drills alone, While I remain in question, waiting still. It's not that there's a gap I must fulfill Within my gasping heart,
Oh faithless heart now clad in white on white, You're playing lawn croquet with my lost mind And climbing snow-capped mountains of the night, And trailing all my dignity behind. Wintry breezes bluster in your heart And I've half a mind to see you suffer For
My friend, I left you down on Cedar Lane With packages all tied up on your back. You knew the truth and still would not complain You gave me then no rest, yourself no slack. The morning held more promise with each mile, And I, your sole companion, seemed to