Album: Ben Abraham
Song: Requiem
Write us a song, they said
Tell us your truth you’ve got nothing to hide
Well, tell them the truth I did
And exposed what I had locked inside
I laid it out across the floor and cried
And so it went down like the poet described
And they reached for their children and covered their eyes
This was not a song for angry men
What I wrote for them… was a requiem
Go on and run she sighed
I wish you could see all the things I have seen
Well, here on the other side it feels the same as when I was nineteen
I should have read up on my Augustine
I ran for the corner the poet described
And I stood in the sun and I saw myself die
I was so afraid of angry men
That what I wrote for them… was a requiem
(This is something to remember me by) * 4
Remember me…
Remember me…
