Verity

Make offers out of pity, nothing by eternal grace, absolves my swollen feet, betrayed in my moans, I wander about this place, thumpong heart against bone, there is no churning story, blown in on the rain, for me to do solitary, alone at some grotto, I still see his face, why ask me to atone, slay all my mystery, given holy days, what price is offertory, my sad jokes tell me, fools play useless games, he's still here beside me, I don't plan to deceive, use ribbons as a piety, who would believe, I asked him to stay ?