"A good Saturday." it was to be that day.
the day I heard of her unfaithfulness and her crime,
When she killed me in my pity,
when she killed me in my prime.
With firey anger, I somehow remained calm---
All my yearning for her was emptied from my heart and not filled.
How can I redeem our love, from the evil-willed?
And after being pushed aside, I am to be kind.
But they killed me in my kindness, in thier madness and thier blindness and they killed me from behind.
There is sobbing in eye's, caused by her wrongs.
And a long silence where we stand; but in her weeping.
I bare an iron hand,
I must beware of her weeping.--- cause
what they've done they do not understand.
As I lie in my own blood;---
The Lord in my face.
they killed me,yet I'm to be the forgiver?---
The avenger takes my place,
the avenger takes her from me.
'cause it was her I could not set free.
Those in righteousness would not do such a thing.
they would do as God would call them to.
And my death would not be upon thier hands.
For they killed me in my kindness
In thier madness and thier blindness...
and now my blood is on thier hands---cause;
What they have done they do not understand.
Phoenix
