Bare

What sort of trickery As brought misery On this house made of dream Burned in the tears, a stream I know I'd swore it wouldn't come to this There is no penance for me in all this I've failed you, I realise, quite accutely And that's why I offer my hand so feebly Would you show me mercy? Grant me some complacency? But then, you did knock my hand away I guess I've lost everything on this day This one morning solemn in May When the sun beamed, a ray Illuminating this court we used to share As I die, can you see I offered myself bare?