16.03.12

When will she be gone 
When will I breathe air that won't reek of bondage
When will I sway to the rhythm of freedom
When will I kiss the lips of the rose of scarlet
When will I carass the silk of my lovers bed
And gestate in the comfort that his presence brings
When will she be gone
When will I call out another name
And dance in the robe of eve
When will she be gone
So she can take her tongue that barks
Her lips that sting
And the number will be barely nine 

When you'd be gone
I hope you carry your band with you
Your silver and gold too
And ease the tension that looms in your presence