MY WORDS
Copyright Alador
Pour me out in metered verse, my lines as stains on white pages
Darkness trespassing on innocence where truth stands unveiled
From the quicksilver side of the mirror I look into my life full lighted
And hear the voice behind the facade of complacency
Where the youthful dream has failed
Yet where breathes the wounded beast, I see the eyes grown gentle
Some understanding may have grown out of weariness from rage
So when I go, as all men go, I seek safekeeping for only these
My love that will remain with you
And my words upon the page