You Must Have Always Known
Bear my wretched soul
Make my ugly beautiful
Live a life without strife
Tragedy cuts me like a knife
You must have always known
That you’re on your own
On your own throne
On your own throne,
Thrown down all alone…
The crescent moon kisses me
It caressed me every now and again
I’m meant to be in the arms of the angels above
I’m God-sent and free and I am a dove of love
I rove…I rove…I rove…
Up above and I lost my train of thought
Down below and I mindlessly roam your lot
A lot…a lot…a lot…
Made love to poetry many times
Wish you’d make me feel less lonesome sometimes
Had it all until I lost it all
Anguish took over as I made a grand fall…couldn’t stand tall
You must have always known
That you’re on your own
On your own throne
On your own throne,
Thrown down all alone…
The crescent moon kisses me
It caressed me every now and again
I’m meant to be in the arms of the angels above
I’m God-sent and free and I am a dove of love
I rove…I rove…I rove…
Up above and I lost my train of thought
Down below and I mindlessly roam your lot
A lot…a lot…a lot…
Not really over you all the way
I have fallen away and I have fallen prey
To your desirous deception
Your eyes are an exception
You must have always known
That you’re on your own
On your own throne
On your own throne,
Thrown down all alone…
The crescent moon kisses me
It caressed me every now and again
I’m meant to be in the arms of the angels above
I’m God-sent and free and I am a dove of love
I rove…I rove…I rove…
Up above and I lost my train of thought
Down below and I mindlessly roam your lot
A lot…a lot…a lot…
Dreaming fondly of the times we spent
Feeling loved and accepted like a newborn infant this instant
Dealing with these emotions on repeat and it gets on my nerves up in here, down in here
It’s appealing that you can help me through these feelings all the time, my dear
You must have always known
That you’re on your own
On your own throne
On your own throne,
Thrown down all alone…
The crescent moon kisses me
It caressed me every now and again
I’m meant to be in the arms of the angels above
I’m God-sent and free and I am a dove of love
I rove…I rove…I rove…
Up above and I lost my train of thought
Down below and I mindlessly roam your lot
A lot…a lot…a lot…
Left behind, just to find you don’t mind my hurt
Not to mention all the tension and apprehension I’ve been feelin
Just be kind and you’ll be mine for my comfort
Not to mention all the ascension and direction you gave me again
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2021
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