What He Wrote

Forgive me Hera,
I cannot stay.
He cut out my tongue,
There is nothing to save.

Love me, oh Lord. He threw me away,
He laughed at my sins, in his arms I must stay.

He wrote, I'm broke.
Please send for me.
But I am broken too,
And spoken for.
Do not, tempt me.

Her skin is white
And I'm light as the Sun,
So holy light shines, on the things, you have done.

So I asked him,
How he became this man?
How did he learn,
To hold fruit in his hands?

And where is the lamb that gave you your name?
He had to leave though I begged him to stay.

Left me alone, when I needed the light.
Fell to my knees and I wept for my life.

If he had of stayed, you might understand.
If he had of stayed, you never would've taken my hand.

He wrote,
I am low.
Please send for me.
But I am broken too,
And spoken for.
Do not tempt me.

And where is the lamb, that gave you your name?
He had to leave, though I begged him to stay.

Begged him to stay, in my cold wooden grip.
Begged him to stay, by the light of this ship.

Me fighting him,
Fighting light,
Fighting dawn.
And the waves came,
And stole him,
And took him to war.

He wrote,
I'm broke.
Please send for me.
But I am broken too,
And spoken for.
Do not tempt me.

Forgive me, Hera, I cannot stay.
He cut out my tongue, there is nothing to save.
Love me, oh Lord. He threw me away.
He laughed at my sins, in his arms I must stay.

We write.
That's all right.
I miss his smell.

We speak,
When spoken to.
That suits us well.
That suits us well

That suits me well.