What He Wrote

Forgive me, Hera, I cannot stay
He cut out my tongue
There is nothing to save
Love me, oh Lord
He threw me away
He laughed at my sins, in his arms I must stay
He wrote
I am broke
Please send for me
But I am broken too
And spoken for
Do not tempt me
Her skin is white and I'm light as the sun
So holy light shines on the things, you have done
So I asked him how he became this man
How did he learn to hold fruit in his hands?
And where is the lamb that gave you your name?
He had to leave, though I begged him to stay
Left me alone, when I needed the light
Fell to my knees, and I wept for my life
If he had've stayed, you might understand
If he had've stayed, you never would have taken my hand
He wrote
I'm low
Please send for me
But I'm broken too
And spoken for
Do not tempt me
And where is the lamb, that gave you your name?
He had to leave, though I begged him to stay
Begged him to stay in my cold wooden grip
Begged him to stay by the light of this ship
Me fighting him, fighting life, fighting dawn
And the waves came and stole him and took him to war
He wrote
I'm broke
Please send for me
But I'm broken too
And spoken for
Do not tempt me
Forgive me, Hera, I cannot stay
Cut out my tongue, there is nothing to save
Love me, oh Lord
He threw me away
He laughed at my sins, in his arms I must stay
We write
That's all right
I miss his smell
We speak
When spoken to
That suits us well
That suits us well
That suits me well