The Death Of Thomas Becket
Sitting here, upon my chair,
Pondering the things, that ponderers do
Should I raise this issue?
Should I approach the Politicians of State?
I came here, only to deliberate,
The complete and total, lack of debate
On the death of Lord Thomas Becket
Was it by intent, or merely by mistake?
The Archbishop of Canterbury?
A swords crushing blow?
What's that you said?
He's lost his head?
My, oh my, I guess that's how it goes
I guess it's true what they said
I wasn't the kick to the groin
But instead, that slash to the head ...
Drops of life, drops of rain,
in each, perfect reflections can be seen
Of the very essence from which they came,
now returned again
One by one they fall,
to renew the world from which they came
Each dropp an expression of life,
be they love, rainfall or pain