I am weak. Hold me Now. Let the first without sin cast the first stone if you will. To say that my bride isn't worth half the blood that I've spilled. I think about the waves of time and how they roll across my shoulders.
Minutes threaten through the years.
In a world so crazed with fear. They say that I am much to demanding to want a better place than here. My victory is won. Outside are dogs and scoffers. They steal the Joy of the promise I own.