The Crossroads
I wait at the cross
Of two great roads
I was given my quest
I was told what I owedThe wine in the glass
Was red from the sun
It dripped from her lips
And to the earth it did runLike precious stones
Her eyes they shone
Her laughter was the drug
That I was hooked onAnd the earth it moved
And the wind it blew
And the seeds they fell
And the trees they grewI fought in the night
Something I couldn’t see
I stabbed at its heart
But the blood came from meHer lash on my skin
It cut and ripped through
The blood I let run
To sow something newI wait at the cross
Of two great roads
I show what I’ve paid
I reap what I’ve sowed
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