I love the sweet taste of irony
engraved onto these cement walls
The troubled kiss of courage,
would guarantee that you never fall

I'd miss the growing ebony thoughts
that flow like rivers and wine
To graze the simplest of truths
Would be to grace the divine

A daring act of hope will last
Through the cloud of tears
A trial to be forgotten hence
For years and years and years

Stretch the metaphor to sing aloud
Amongst the chorus deep within
The love will run rampant now
Through the gates of sin

A liar was made of me today
When I told the world who I was
For I see no reason to ever be
For I only seek a single cause

Please take from me this hand
To hold in glory and in fate
To remember the past I had
To have done everything too late