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…
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