Down On Bended Knee
Down on bended knee I cry
The tips with crimson shining sly
The dreams that parished
from a smouldering flame
Bring locust memories
deep with shame
I do not write for myself, not I
But down on bended knee I cry
for all the times dead and gone
for all the memories, tattered and torn
Blood stains my tears
As sound rushes within my ears
the silence killing all my fears
the dull pain lingering on for years
Twisted memories hover and fly
All the times I could never cry
For now the tears abound
The pain advancing steadily
For you I remember
For you I render
these locked-up feelings;
the pressure re-building
To bring me to my knees again
CopyrightCostumeForAGutterball2004