| You're like a dead man talking, hiding from the sun. You start off just walking, but then began to run. Why do you hide from me? Why do you scream? How can I make you see that this is just a bad dream? You run from the devil, you run from your gods, from this nightmar-ish evil, and against all odds. How long can you endure when you're so weak and frail? I could know your cure... and be your Holy Grail. Don't push me away, love, I'll only push you back. I'll show you the way and protect you from attack. Though I long for your arms and miss your loving touch, I'll ignore their wicked charms and pray you do as much. When the battle ground is empty, and all seems clear and true, I will beg for a century that I shall return to you. The years, I fear, ahead are tough, and full of conflict and pain. But with you beside me, It would be enough-- the answer seems pretty plain. Forgive me for the times I've hurt you, I can't get them out of my head. From now and forever more I know I'll stay true, and not worry about the flaws instead. --Chelsea Rickert, 1999 |
| Dead Man Walking |
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| "I'll ignore their wicked charms and pray you do as much." |