As I sit down to write
This my last report
Not much has changed
the war is still raging
And the soldiers continue to fight
Supplies are running low in the fort
I see without a doubt
That our time is short
And if I look out
My window
I see the ship has already left the port
And if there is something
you need to say to me
You better make it quick
For the candle is burning in a frenzy
And there is little left of its wick
So what I am is saying is
Our time is short
The man who loved you yesterday
Today he has gone to court
The judge in hob nail boots went crazy
He said lock him up and throw away the key
He murdered love in the first degree
Never can he be allowed to go free
So I'm sitting here on death row
Writing this letter before the final blow
And as God is my witness I loved you true
But I played love's game like a sport
I thought life was just a joke, but now I have been caught
And now I see after all our time is short
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