What secret Heaven would it be
To lay my heavy head upon the
Beautiful breast of a lady kind and warm
To let my hot tears flow onto her chest
As she stroked her fingers on my brow
And whispered that I was safe from harm
To know that no matter what I told her
Of the things I have had to do
She would love and comfort me
With a heart strong and true
I am not that person who pulled the trigger
And shot that little boy
Neither am I the being who polished my gun
And called it my favourite toy
I did what I was called to do
In the name of Freedom and Glory
And now that it's over they tell me
Not to worry...
I am forever changed: their faces
Come to me at night and haunt me
I call to God for forgiveness and to the
Devil not to taunt me
She kisses my forehead and tells me
To let it be
But I can't, it's in my veins, my thoughts
And everyone I see
So this is what I must live with
It is the price I must pay
To know that she and you are safe
In this world that winds away...
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