Forgive me Hera,
I cannot stay,
He cut out my tongue,
There is nothing to say.
Love me, oh Lord,
He threw me away,
He laughed at my sins,
In his arms I must stay.
He wrote
'I'm broke,
Please send for me.'
But I'm 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've 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 my ship.
Me fighting him,
Fighting light,
Fighting dawn.
And the waves came,
And stole him,
And took him toward.
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,
He cut out my tongue,
There is nothing to say.
Love me, oh Lord,
He threw me away,
He laughed at my sins,
In his arms I must stay.
We write,
That's alright,
I miss his smell.
We speak,
When spoken to,
That suits us well.
That suits us well.
That suits me well...
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