Lately

Written by: Johann Coetzee

Lately I've been wondering
about the meaning of your plundering.
My soul's gone to hell wandering,
leaving trails of my suffering.
 
You have scarred me, left your mark 
of which I long to be free;
on a new life to embark,
from the ghost of you to flee.
 
Will you please let me be?
will you set my heart free?
Will you please let me be?
Will you let my soul flee?
 
Lately I've been wondering
why my fortunes are flandering.
My dreams keep on stuttering,
hope in a state of fluttering.
 
We were doomed from the start,
you were always to leave me
bleeding from the heart
with no desire left to be.