wailing wall

I stumbled over this in one of my more recent raw material piles and decided to give it some air.

wailing wall

meet me at the wailing wall and hear the angels cry
time for crimes to to be repaid - time for us to die
the ice grows thin for all I've sinned and nothing left to lose
I've no excuse for what I've loosed, for the vanities I choose

pain is a stain I can't contain inside this fragile shell
I've met my fate without your hate despite the touch of hell
so where I go is for me to know and philosophers to debate
let me be gone before the dawn now that the hour's late

give me one last moment of bliss locked in your kiss
your sweet embrace and angel's grace are two things that I'll miss
I made my bed said what I said in search of answers rare
but doubt I would've found my path if you had not been there


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.