Adam's Apple

What were you thinking, that night Do you not remember, have no sight Of kindness youth, sensitivities dark rooms where you became of me To joke of things, under sheets As if the years, void, complete wrapped up in, a iron shield have you no heart to yield For other men, they’re atmosphere You thought, I’d laugh, or would I fear Equate Size Width Strength Was that the proof of years? …You think? To finally come to flesh, the end of insecure defense of sin I thought of what you said that night No shame, in your passage right then Adam took fruit from tree unpure he felt alive and free