A family affair
Licking honey from your sabre
your only question was
"Did he beat you?"
So I wiped blood from my eyes
like a fool's blush
in order to gain your trust.
Yet you disappointed me terribly too.
And I did not continue on the path
of the saddled and bridled
And thus became an afterthought.
Why are you weeping?
What is wrong this time?
I swear it will never happen again!
But I did not believe in him.
To the whistle of a Russian winter's eve
I screamed to a God that I
did truly believe
could stop that strike again.
His hands drawn round my throat
muted any song to sound
the alarm again as I stumbled
Down and down and down.