That thing that I was I praying for
Please delete from my list
The love and desire I had is dislodged
I think it is time to return to who I was before
And I'll try to catch all the messages I missed
I've been a ghost, in a waking life
I've been a child of misfortune
A sorrowful child of the sky
Waiting for all that might have been
I was not meant for this world
My cord was cut as with a knife
Hung like fruit in a body's orchard
Aware all the time of my plight
My soul was to be moved, but bent
Let the surrender flag be unfurled
I'll be gone before the fall of night
“Love or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to love—or to hatred; himself, his house, his land, his memories.”
