Daddy's Hands
Swing Low
Her abandon saw egos shatterTiny men dissolved in their sleepBut I know the empty charmsI've drained a thousand linesI played a lover wrongedI paid to watch him dieSew up your shop-worn eyesSew up your shop-worn eyesWhy not defend your resignTo hard outlinesOf confounding formsThe stuff of liarsThe same whore patronizedSolemnly climbed
From Letras Mania