Join the dots,
Of my tears.
Hear the fears,
In my heart,
What do they say to you?
On my knees,
In deep freeze,
And praying,
Don’t go down that hole.
Don’t go down again,
No, no, no.
We both know you will.
Transparent as glass,
You spill light.
But talk such shite,
Late at night.
Talk as if you,
Have no choice,
But you have a voice,
So lets hear.
Not Curtis, not Dylan,
Or even John Lennon.
Certainly not Shakespear,
Or Chaucer,
Merely the son of a grocer.
Take no pride in humility,
The deadliest sin of all.
All servants wish to be masters,
And you are no exception.
