The Rip

As she walks in the room

centred and torn

hesitating once more

as I take on myself and the bitterness I felt

I realise that love flows

Well white horses they will take me away

and the tenderness I feel

will send the dark home to me

will I follow?

through the glory of life

I will scatter on the floor

disappointed and sore

'n' in my thoughts I have bled

from the riddles I've been fed

another light moves over

Well white horses

They will take me away

and the tenderness I feel

will send the dark home to me

will I follow?

Well white horses

They will take me away

and the tenderness I feel

will send the dark home to me

will I follow?

END