Requiem

Write us a song, they said
Tell us your truth you’ve got nothing to hide
Well, tell them the truth I did
And exposed what I had locked inside
I laid it out across the floor and cried
And so it went down like the poet described
And they reached for their children and covered their eyes
This was not a song for angry men
What I wrote for them… was a requiem
Go on and run she sighed
I wish you could see all the things I have seen
Well, here on the other side it feels the same as when I was nineteen
I should have read up on my Augustine
I ran for the corner the poet described
And I stood in the sun and I saw myself die
I was so afraid of angry men
That what I wrote for them… was a requiem
This is something to remember me by
This is something to remember me by
This is something to remember me by
This is something to remember me by
Remember me…
Remember me…