Kele Goodwin Follow

We played the martyr
We played each other's guest
We walked broken shorelines
But could not decide which was best

You were the queen
Of a throne you did not want
I the dying captain
Of a ship told only in song

We prayed at an altar of ice
It was gone before forgiveness was asked
So we searched our reflections
But only our eyes stared back

You with the hair of a gypsy
Your eyes torn from the sea
Why have you found another so soon?
Why have you forsaken me?
Do you need the soul of another
to hold under lock and key?
To help you feel better,
to make you feel free?
Free

You played your violin for me
We sung but never rhymed
We walked the unpaved roads
But did not heed the signs

You were the spider
Spinning the silver thread
But you could not mold a web to hold
All the things you should have said

So we prayed to the trees
For the branches to lift us high
Above the ground so cold
And into each other's eyes

You with the hair of a gypsy
Your eyes torn from the sea
Why have you found another so soon?
Why have you forsaken me?
Do you need the soul of another
to hold under lock and key?
To help you feel better,
to make you feel free?
Free

La la la . . .

I served you, my lady
In the shadows but always on time
Now that I have but one need
You say you're no longer mine