The Wake

Singing praises was never a feature encouraged in me or my kind
Every time they remain with my hands on my mouth
The crowded borders leave me colour-blind

Pushing me for the death warmed up and the flowers and fur to parade
In the time that it takes for the ritual wake
They've broken all the promises they made

I was driven away to distraction and
Couldn't see we were all laid to waste
Never sleeping, I saw my abduction from
Solid areas fallen from grace

I come drifting through the draughting
Dropping out of sight
I'm not begging for love, I'm empty as I am

I'm beginning to wonder
Is the ability too weak?
If this stark interior surrounds me
Am I so unique?

Little blue souvenir to remind me of
Restless days when I should have said No
And you know that I've nothing to share with you
For the chance of the love that we save

I wanted to be magnificent
For the less-than-a-lifetime of mine
I forget where I came in
All I know there's no discipline now