But do
not ask
the price
I paid,
I must
live with
my quiet
rage,
Tame
the ghosts
in
my head,
That run
wild and
wish me
dead.
Should
you shake
my ash to
the
wind
Lord,
forget all
of my sins
Oh, let
me die where I
lie
Neath
the curse
of
my lover's
eyes.
