May the wedding bells ring true
May the scarves of the well wishers
Fly down the wishing well to you
May the halves that were divided
Be placed back in the seal
May the swords of our fathers
Be put in heat to melt the steel
Perhaps I deserved it - you know I tried
the volunteering it was ok,
I tried not working but I became a slave.
I tried giving over all power into another's hands
But it left them like a desert wind blowing away dry sands.
You know I tried the course of least resistance
I tried the fool's road
I tried the path where her insistence
Would have brought me relief from the load
But the only luggage was in my heart
The only real thing I possess
I cannot let go
Of what I start
Even if ends up a mess
The only season I know is joy
The reason I have to destroy
All that I can't second guess
Is the residue of what I confess
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