It was the story of a champion
You lose some you win some
But where's the glory in a double edged sword
When you lose the respect of all you worked hard to raise forward.
She glorified you
Raised your name to the clouds
That parted silver linings on her crown daily
She prayed for your welfare
And worked for your pleasure
That her labour may bring to pass
Least both you suffer.
You were her super hero
And the tear in her eyes
That she was told you'd be the last one to tell a lie.
She glorified you
Raised your name to the clouds
That parted silver linings on her crown daily.
You shared blood and broke bread
Raised fist upon her head
But there was only love and frustration
Dedicated to the aggrevation
That with her labour,
Least both you suffer.
You were the last one to touch her
Count not she prayed her mother
That her flesh and blood
Be so eager
To fulfil a well within her
Hallow by sin.
You were the last one
To touch her again..
