'wHeRe sHe wOnT gIvE iT a NaMe'

M.T.                                                                                        10:34 5/March/2012

  

She lights an evening candle

At the church on the Rebel hill

And seeks your kind mercy

For questioning Thy holy will

 Her eyes swollen

Of tears from last night

 Drained by passion she lies 

 Still in the morning light

 In vain she tries to behold

My truth in her dear soul

For she a princess from the royals

Me a rebel from the hole

  She lies scattered

Like a dream in my bed

Daughter to him,

 He, who had placed a bounty on my head

When I moved to saddle

 She called me by my name

And in her eyes then I saw

 My life would never be the same

She felt slain

By love and passion in her mind

 And seeks Thy forgiveness

Pray Thou be so kind

To free her  

From this longing so strong

To flow in Thy fountain

Not feeling so wrong

 It’s been three full moons

Since I have her on the run

Since we rode in the shade

 And we bath in the sun

Her sweet little life

So vibrant in the wild

When she jumps in the waterfall

She laughs like a child

I’ll walk her through the seven seas

And we ‘ll live in a world to be

Wherefrom we don’t have to run anymore

And from there it ends in Thee

Till then I pray we don’t depart

 Till then will hold on to you

I will fight his royal pursuit

And the bullet with my name too

I have been
a rebel all my life

Without any family

I never had a wife

Lets not give it a name

 She says

As the world with names

 Has its ways

eMONK