Robert Two

Tell me, tell me why, they treat you like a seer, my lips dissolve in cries, I command a beautiful sight, candles scent and myrrh, bells ring out the night, who says we all die, no call for stolen tears, demand a veil of sky, my life contains its height, a yellow-robed proud engineer, my grief held in tight, I walk like a man gone by, through the city's fear, so hot it seems to fry, will they see my light, slash or burn my ears, ask me to stand and fight, our ship is full of iron, they love orators here, in darkness and green light, I'm ready to come near.