The Prize of Beauty

I cannot turn
Turn my life unto you
What must I doA storm of ebony hair
A hail of wickedness
Handsome as a God
Wild and shamelessGiven the prize of beauty
Image of wretchedness
Divine like no other
Kiss the poison breastFlamed like the sun
Lives made undone
Words soft as snow
Souls claimed and wonAn opiate drugged haze
Beds of shapeless dust
Cries all night
Dreams of filthy lustLair of hopelessness
Mires of sorrow, never fails
Our lives are borrowed
Hold fast my soulShe waits for me in my dreams
Every night misery brings
Haunts my day, haunts my wake
Oh, my Lord can't you feel her grow inside of meTearing my mind
For once my Lord please help me
Believe in youShe claims the day in her name
Over you and over me
We dare to be, be ourselves
Next to her and all her warShe comes our way
And takes the day
From my hands
It is her wayThe milk of woman fills up my
Branching veins and lonely heart
Trembling children, she adores
And gives flight to her artWhen April sheds
Her fitful rain
Glory be, we may live againTruly, my hope will perish within her
Truly, as always I cannot forgive her
Cruelly she keeps me near to her
Forever to this day