The shackles of my spine remember you
Better than my lips will ever confess
Your tongue will once again
Crawl out of your mouth
To beg forgiveness, like I begged you for love
The candles I have lit
To my alter of your memory
Would do better to drip wax in my eyes
Then I would remember you as things had been
From the eyes of a full moon
All looks to be well
Troubled waters sleep, before the rise
Even the sun takes rest
Before apollo lights tomorrow's skies