Sacred Sword
Sacred sword against my chest,
tongue of steel,
sharp and cutting,
speak to me tonight of wounded hearts
in the struggle for love’s favor.
Who wins?
Who loses?
Who leaves?
Who stays?
Sacred sword against my chest,
tongue of steel,
sharp and cutting,
speak to me tonight of wounded hearts
in the struggle for love’s favor.
Who wins?
Who loses?
Who leaves?
Who stays?
And who dies alone
forsaken on this holy ground of broken promises?
Tell me now
so I can sleep just this night
or sleep this night
forever.
© p. donovan
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