Another Path

Another Path

FOrce of aggression makes the hail fall down on me.
Moral regression has a sense of proprietry.
My jealousy has wrought it's finest work yet,
her lifeless face is more than I can forget.

The hair of the dog I've learnt that it has it's bite,
but I'm not the one who wears those wounds tonight.
SO now I trudge through the storm, I've made of my life.
WHo new an early night could cause, so much strife.

If I look at it another way,
you were still my love, oh but yesterday.
But now you walk, another path.

I may have led you there,
but another man, with my bed you shared,
and now all that I, have left is wrath.

Now as a lover I may not be the last word,
but there are other ways love's tale can be heard.
If I can't provide all, that's essential for life,
I still don't deserve to find out, while I'm holding a knife

If I look at it another way,
you were still my love, oh but yesterday.
But now you walk, another path.

I may have led you there,
but another man, with my bed you shared,
and now all that I, have left is wrath.

John Barton © 2002

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