Power Was Yours - Poem by Chris Boyles
Who are you who professes truth
who are you who lived by proof
where are you who was that man
what happened to you're big plan
How many did you treat this way
how many to those words you say.
how many souls did you once hold
how many hearts did you leave cold
Did you ever think some love true
did you ever know it was for you
did you ever dare to face and tell
did any ever tell you to go to hell.
You spoke words that gave trust
you gave security that was a must
you shared so much and gave too
you stole hearts that were so true.
Run away no explanation you gave
run taking the truth to you're grave
run and pretend they never cared
run forever for ever to be scared.
Play with minds it does not matter
play with words when you natter
play the hero or the knight so bold
play their hearts and then turn cold
You seek the truth of love and life
you go leaving them all with strife
you make up tales to hide the guilt
you insinuate alone they love built.
How can you be so cold and cruel
how can you use words like a tool
how with you're conscience to live
how come no words can you give.
With a blatant lie I will not hurt you
with words carefully chosen you do
with you're words you tie in a knot
with power you know you have got.
I saw truth and shared with you mine
I felt you were different it was a sign
I fell under the spell you didst weave
I trusted my heart and then you leave.
Oh how I wish you were my knight
oh to see you for real in truth of light
oh to prove my thoughts truly wrong
oh to once more compose that song.
Alas you left and took all you could
alas you did make me feel so good
alas it you have lost and so have I
alas into oblivion without a goodbye
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