©2010 The Past we walk upon
I've been a very bad boyDaddy's plaything, Mom's bitter joy
In closets and jewelry boxes I reside
Miss you when you're gone
But hate because to you I'm wrong
I'm the embarrassing scar on your pride.
Walter the "buck" was a Doe, it was Mom
She wouldn't run, you screamed and stomped
One shot not enough, she twitched till you killed her dead.
I often wondered beneath this ancient skin
If you couldn't win and did her in
Her hands were so ice cold in that coffin bed.
Do you wish me away
I'm like her in many ways
If I was dead I'd haunt you ever still.
You'd pretend life was good
Luxuries unreal , comfort...they never could
those cushions aren't love, they are surreal.
You say it was suicide, all those loved, left behind
A search for higher planes, A place to unwind?
Why would she have wanted to go?
What drove her to that desperate state?
Oppressed, lost, and distraught I can relate
Were you behind it ? I need to know.
Traded her in for the diamond queen
look back truly where diamonds have been
blood upon the backs of innocent slaves.
Remember your poor roots, there is no shame
Zeno fell to alcohol, he wasn't to blame
What he passed on in music is something that saves.
I may never be a pillar of society
But my power in vision is strong you see
When I trust it, A guiding beacon of truth.
Look within, I love and forgive you
Though I should hate you and at times I do
I know the waters that are love can sooth, the tattered past we walk upon.
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