I review my past
Through wicked windows framed in silver
And hung in toughened glass
Upon my face, around and over
Now and then
Memories of men who loved me
No stolen kiss
Could match their march on hot coals for me
I have walked a line
Both faint and narrow, hard to follow
Caught up in circumstance
Harsh truth for history to mellow
Through my eyes
Lloyalties and obligation magnified
Obedience
The better fellow
Better not remember me
Don't miss my passing
Fierce winter fails to ruffle my icy sleep
We never quite vanish
No wet soft surrender
Still waiting, bad blood running in close families
I laughed like any child
Although you might find that strange
And Christmas was my favourite holiday
Christmas was my favourite holiday
I am not alone
In seeing the world through wicked windows
While others hide likewise
Behind this vulnerable squinting
It's in the stare
It's in the silent scrutinizing
Strip you bare
I offer you no more disguising
Better not remember me
Don't miss my passing
Fierce winter fails to ruffle my icy sleep
We never quite vanish
No wet soft surrender
Same bad blood running in new families
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