Mateus Corvinus Poet Ballad

The Runaway

Oh, lord
what’s the use in tryin’? 
Nothin’s turned out
the way I planned. 
I got the whole world
tellin’ me I’m dyin’. 
Think I’ll just lie here with
the Good Book in my hands. 
 
I’m on board
and bound for leavin’. 
No farewells 
from family or friends. 
Guess in the long run
I just broke even   
while I lie here with 
the Good Book in my hands. 

I won’t bother tryin’ 
to sell my soul
before I rest in peace.
I never found 
an ounce of gold in anything 
I claim to believe.
Reminded of my sins 
when I feel that linen 
soft against my skin. 

Oh, lord
too late for cryin’. 
Ran out of reasons
to save this man. 
I see four walls
closin’ in around me 
as I lie here with 
the Good Book in my hands. 

I won’t bother tryin’ 
to sell my soul
before I rest in peace.
I never found 
an ounce of gold in anything 
I claim to believe.
Reminded of my sins 
when I feel that linen 
soft against my skin. 

I got the whole world
tellin’ me I’m dyin’. 
Think I’ll just lie here with
the Good Book, 
die here with the Good Book, 
in my hands. 

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