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