penned sometime in spring 2007. sounds a little less cheesy when set to music or spoken aloud.
shall the just love the unjust
though I am just the same?
would you care to pardon
and refuse to play their game?
would you place my worth in it
those who don't know my name?
would you regret every part of it
the route through which I came?
find I much pleasure in the focus
of the dirty, barren soul?
to be affirmed by the simple
would vengeance be my goal?
since where I found my gentleness
is left a gaping hole
shall the just love the unjust
though I am just the same?
would you care to pardon
and refuse to play their game?
would you place my worth in it
those who don't know my name?
would you regret every part of it
the route through which I came?
is flesh and blood what I'm after
now that I see what's in my way?
a loud demonstration
of where I am today?
and though I am impressed
with what little I had to say
and an undeserved rescuer
who said it was okay
shall the just love the unjust
though I am just the same?
would you care to pardon
and refuse to play their game?
would you place my worth in it
those who don't know my name?
would you regret every part of it
the route through which I came?
what she used to be.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
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