I cast off my coat and my troubles at the door
My ambition seemed simpler in years before
But my skin and sight are molding
And these dreams that I'm holding

They seem familiar but I know they’re not mine

Each hole that I fill
Is a color soon to ****
The sure thoughts of this kind
Resemble the mind

Both lacking and endless in time

These dreams are my drive
They’re the reason I’m alive
But although I don’t believe in him
God always seems to hinder them

Those dreams that I spend with hue

This life that you hold
Though its mine it seems quite cold
But despite my talk with fate
It may not yet be too late

To start my endless life anew

To dream of a day without
Any worry, trouble, or doubt
Of a shared home
      With or alone
To spend forever like stone
Not seeing the time or care at all
For sin so large or smile too small
This mad desire that I require
To satisfy my wishful ways
   With those distant selfish days

“He always walked with sinners”
          They lie
“He never walked with saints”
    Ever turning to the sky
His righteousness not faint
    He had but one sin to his name
And one it had remained
    His sin of love for a sailor man
Though they saw it just the same
And with that sin they trialed him
     With murders and thieves
With no relief from sturdy gin
     But the restraint of iron keys

A gift of violets for my hearth and home
Her love of gold as mine alone
Wherever she walks the sun is near
She speaks with voices few can hear
And it is her I wish to share my days
With silent merriment and arrogant ways
With gardens of youth and loving end
Depart with he of dark  descend
Magnolias bloom beneath his eyes
So happily this silent lover dies