I needed a soldier
To fight me a war
Once upon a time
And then I needed a butcher to
Slaughter me the beast
Then I needed you to sit at my table
For the feast
I belonged to you only
For that fleeting breath
I saw in your eye.
Glimpses of your naked and
If I could have made a different decision
I would have chosen you.
I would have lain surrendered
Sheltered in what I would have believed to be love,
And now I fare-well on a predestined highway.
God is my right of passage
God is the architect of my soul.
You will feast at anothers table
And I will sip from another cup.
And it will be how it is meant, whether we like it or not…