Merchant

Hold on to yourselves It’s going to be a long one I forgive you but I do not Remember me Or have you forgotten I am the soul of Martha Carrier I am the cold amongst un-forgiven barriers If life were as smooth as fairytales I’d lust with Arial Young Goodman Brown Trust is often dreamt upon But never truly found Marry me not For Religion is often a foolish sound I am the trust that never funds The river that seas beyond and will never bond I am the tissue that forever mends our scars visible I am the light that shines only in hopes that my shadow may dim I am, I am, Sam, I am not Though my summers shall hoist the founding days Oh I am I am an artist amongst poets severely recognized I am the misery, the matter that pours from within your eyes I am the cake, the plate, The smile which your child exhibits on common days I am the Shakespeare within in lyrics The only god to bring about tragedies to treasure With out the theatre in play The hollow that sleeps not to wish nor weep upon tomorrow I am the founder of nothing The whereabouts of that slave in Sounder Who found more than nothing Will you remind me when my days have finally dissolved? Upon my graven lay I may receive but random applauds I am the love you lost The dove Your lost savior Stricken upon a cross Get over yourself world My cape My suede My vengeance Receive my blade Farewell love All is well