CooCooTheLooseScrew
12-19-2005, 07:08 AM
We are pure flame now…Not lost, nor your forgotten sons
For to be forgotten…One must have been remembered once
We were too young then…To know that it was you entrusted
And were to old now…to be deceived by a love that wasn’t
She is saintly…a grace…given to you for your need and cowardice
You have bled her…left her unwed, undressed, under your constant threat
A testament, to your vile living, how you could abuse and resent her
We are pure flame now, her warrior child returned to protect her
She is our hope, our strength and our enlightenment
And she will mend, behind the breastplate of righteousness
We are her love, her safe haven and her place of rest
We are her sons, returned before her last breath
For to be forgotten…One must have been remembered once
We were too young then…To know that it was you entrusted
And were to old now…to be deceived by a love that wasn’t
She is saintly…a grace…given to you for your need and cowardice
You have bled her…left her unwed, undressed, under your constant threat
A testament, to your vile living, how you could abuse and resent her
We are pure flame now, her warrior child returned to protect her
She is our hope, our strength and our enlightenment
And she will mend, behind the breastplate of righteousness
We are her love, her safe haven and her place of rest
We are her sons, returned before her last breath