Days turned into years for me and my absinthe heart
Years turned into centuries for her and her Magdalene eyes
For a night I calmed her cries
But, the angry years of her brought the flood
That washed and swept away all hope
Hope for chance
Dying was my sight of love
Rain was acid from above
Angered angels that loved her, punished..
loathed my treatment of one of their own
And accepted the demise
Of our once heavenly love
Pouring from above...
was finally light
I knelt before her and looked longingly into her eyes...those Magdalene eyes
Said my sorry and let her be
And now she is free
As dawn begins to shine on her
And I go...
and she will be free, emancipated
Far from me