My love won't leave me

My love won't leave me 'cause she knows that my love will still be true
in the waking of the morrow when other's wind of desire have brought anew.
And when the voices of the past become the songs of all those pained
and the questions in the darkness are all that now remains,
my love won't leave me 'cause she knows that my love with still be true.

To the sounds of noncompliance, heard in echoes on the avenues
from the bounds of all decision to the shelters of the unbroken few.
And when all that once stood unshamed lies naked on the ground
and society's rapture has soon captured all that sound,
my love won't leave me 'cause she knows that my love with still be true.

On the banks of them waters, lying desperate and too often confused,
many are they who cast the shadow of doubt upon review.
And in searching for a moral, they'll find they've been betrayed
by the burden of a sorrow that can never be repaid.
But my love won't leave me 'cause she knows that my love will still be true.

To the senses of sobriety defined upon a love that's unsubdued,
breaking in waves of confusion, drowning all that cannot be reduced.
And when the sources of the martyrs' own faith are finally shown
and meaning of their blessings stand purposely alone,
my love won't leave me 'cause she knows that my love will still be true.

Through handwritten conviction, paupers live on single clues.
Claiming that nobody has anything, and yet, everybody's got something to lose. And when the earth is shaken by the malice of demands
and what's right has been forsaken for the poverty of man,
my love won't leave me 'cause she knows that my love will still be true.


© 1982 Steven Clotzman - all rights reserved