Helen

Forgive and Forget my sins
Pardon all of my regrets 
For if I die this night
Here’s my confession
I’m the face
That launched a thousand ships
And sent a hundred more to their death

I can’t say beauty is a curse nor a gift 
It’s only something you live with
At some point you stop looking in the mirror
Don’t want to face the truth
Rather be the one with the sword
Than have it your throat
You follow the rules
Until you break them

Forgive and Forget my sins
Pardon all of my regrets 
For if I die this night
Here’s my confession
I’m the face
That launched a thousand ships
And sent a hundred more to their death

I can’t say what I did was right or wrong
Obviously I never thought of the consequences 
I led a war without thought
Coincidently we lost
Soldiers driven with fear
But patriotism they fought
My heart is coated in their blood
This is my Eulogy

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