This is my book of poetry that I hope to eventually publish with photos. |
they dance through his fingers, and run about his heels, they cry out for deliverance, these lonely souls he steals. I don't think you understand, How could you believe that of me? I care only about you, my dear, That's why I ask, "Who me?" You must realize the price, You must understand the cost. I'm not the one who decided, You're just the one who lost. they dance through his fingers, and run about his heels, they cry out for deliverance, these lonely souls he steals. I'm not entirely evil or bad, I just do what is expected of me, You can't blame this on someone else, It's truly your fault, you see? I just carry out the orders, So it's not right to weep or cry, There's no help coming here, Don't try to figure out why. they dance through his fingers, and run about his heels, they cry out for deliverance, these lonely souls he steals. You're all alone and afraid, I can understand your fears, It's just so simple for me to say, I don't care about your pleas or tears. They don't phase me one bit, All I can do is hope you see, I'm not the bad one you seek, For all eternity I'll ask, "Who me?" you dance through his fingers, and run about his heels, you cry out for deliverance, you're one of the lonely souls he steals. |