The song of the Cynic / Once I was Poised
Is it really betrayal,
when the spirit is to young to tell.
That in this shining life, we await a hell.
Tell me then, by whose word, led you astray?
by whose feet, you laid bare.
and felt nothing, no hand, no care?
---
If you had to tell your sweet,
she would die.
To live and love,
and cry...
Would you not lie?
---
Once I was poised,
to stand among men,
to never bend.
To watch the
tides,
of time, descend.
Into me, in
my being and send.
A echo back,
along no end.
when the spirit is to young to tell.
That in this shining life, we await a hell.
Tell me then, by whose word, led you astray?
by whose feet, you laid bare.
and felt nothing, no hand, no care?
---
If you had to tell your sweet,
she would die.
To live and love,
and cry...
Would you not lie?
---
Once I was poised,
to stand among men,
to never bend.
To watch the
tides,
of time, descend.
Into me, in
my being and send.
A echo back,
along no end.
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