Thursday, March 25, 2010

A Daughter Named Love

I taught our young Love to play tag
You snuck a dagger in her hand
I told Love it was her turn
and i didn't run

You laughed as i bled on the floor
Our Love crying, you ran for the door
But before you left for good
You took my gun

You said with the gun pointed to her head
You'd feel better if Love was dead
But I cried I cannot live without Love
So please let me die here instead

You and I met on a summer's day
Cares and clouds free, cleared away
We met and we made Love
Just for fun

We watched our Love grow up fast
Easy days to quickly passed
But before Love was one
You were done

For reasons that I didn't understand
You cocked the gun held steady in your hand
And I jumped but i couldn't block the shot
And Love sat still for she never learned to stand

All alone on rainy day
Lowering a little box into a shallow grave
Desperate for comfort
There was none

And just as I wanted you no more
I heard a knock coming from my door
You were standing my porch
In the sun

You asked for me back all teary-eyed
And said that now you're never satisfied
For the Love we made was the greatest there ever was
And it's my fault I let you let it die

I said you were right and I felt ashamed
You wanted another baby with a different name
We decided on Forgiveness
For our son

But soon there after the new child we had
He stabbed me in the back playing a game of tag
And then you left again
Saying sorry hun

But you couldn't do this to yourself
And though I loved and forgave you like no one else
It wasn't fair to me therefore it wasn't fair to you
And so you took the gun off of the shelf

(harmonica solo)

For every caring word you never meant
For every justification you invent
For the death of Love and Forgiveness
I hope there is still one bullet left

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