Wicked Windows

I review my past through wicked windows framed in silver
And hung in toughened glass, upon my face, around and over
Now and then: memories of men who loved me
No stolen kiss - could match their march on hot coals for me

I have walked a line both faint and narrow, hard to follow
Caught up in circumstance. Harsh truth for history to mellow
Through my eyes: loyalties and obligation
Magnified. Obedience: the better fellow

Better not remember me. Don't mis my passing
Fierce winter fails to ruffle my icy sleep
We never quite vanish. No wet soft surrender
Still waiting: bad blood running in close families
I laughed like any child - although you might find that strange
And christmas was my favourite holiday

Christmas was my favourite holiday

I am not alone in seeing the world through wicked windows
While others hide likewiese behind this vulnerable squinting
It's in the stare: it's in the silent scrutinizing
Strip you bare: I ofer you no more disguising

Better not remember me. Don't miss my passing
Fierce winter fails to ruffle my icy sleep
We never quite vanish. No wet soft surrender
Same bad blood running in new families