Quasimodo

Quasimodo Is tha' I gan't ta'k too good Tha' keep me silent, not my mood They thin' I brooding monstrosity All thin' so, except, not she I feel so shame when she look at me I wish someway she see only heart of me It sometime, seem somehow she do Esmeralda, I play my bells for you Her touch soft not like whip they use When for sport they me abuse Mob laugh to see me bleed Quasimodo’s life is made of need They eyes, like church, cold as stone Poor Quasimodo feel alone She gave me water Gypsy lady gave me water I deaf, ugly, half blind Would that God were half so kind She not see my awkward gait She know, like me, inside, I straight She dance like candle flames in the Rectory do I glad to have just one eye, couldn’t stand such pretty if I had two Her smile like melody. Like me, she wear no shoes No pity me, but be's my friend. Like my bells do Though I not hear, I feel them sway My gargoyle friend speak to me someway Inside my head I hear him say Dear lady-inside-my-heart, that I will someday When worthless life of me has passed In heaven, with Angel's ears, hear you laugh Oh Esmeralda, Until that day, I will in shadows of the spire, love and play- my lovely bells for only you…