Wednesday, 3 June 2015

The Word - Like a beast with his horn

Like a baby, stillborn; like a beast with his horn, I have torn everyone who reached out for me. But I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong, I will make it all up to thee. I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch. He said to me; "You must not ask for so much." And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door - she cried to me; "Hey, why not ask for more?" Oh, like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free. 

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