Thus I Wrote

I wait at the cross of two great roads
As the dew it rises in the morning
I offer to give all that I hold
As the dew it rises in the morning

And the earth it moved
And the wind it blew
But there’s still time to forgive
And the seeds they flew
And the trees they grew
But there’s still time to forgive

The wine in her glass is red from the sun
It drips from her lips and to the earth it runs
Like precious stones, her eyes they shone
And her laughter the drug I was hooked on

And the earth it moved
And the wind it blew
But there’s still time to forgive
And the seeds they flew
And the trees they grew
But there’s still time to forgive

I fight in the night something I can’t see
I stab at its heart, but the blood comes from me
Her lash on my skin, it cuts and rips through
The blood I let run to sow something new

And the earth it moved
And the wind it blew
But there’s still time to forgive
And the seeds they flew
And the trees they grew
But there’s still time to forgive

I return to the cross of two great roads
As the dusk falls in the evening
I wait there to reap what I’ve sowed
As the dusk falls in the evening

And the earth it moved
And the wind it blew
But now there’s no time to forgive
And the seeds they flew
And the trees they grew
But now there’s no time to forgive