This lyric is: #503

"I, TOO" ©Copyright Kim Dorell 2002

How love blossoms at the first
petals tall and firm
The singing of the angels
the turning of the worm -
you who'd wandered fatherless
home to broken home
cried out -- cried out --
so I guess I should have known

I, TOO would become the one you'd crave --
the elemental father; the jewel within the cave
I, TOO would become your brilliant dawn;
the one without whom you were sure
you never could go on;
deliverer of
all that once had
gone

Love, the archeologist
digs through every vein;
through the certain surface
and down into the pain -
mem'ries buried long ago
facing blinding skies
strike out -- strike out --
so I guess it's no surprise

I, TOO would become your enemy,
would assume the form of demon
in your dark cosmology
I, TOO would become that dreaded sight
from the deepest of your nightmares
in the darkest of your night;
in that place that we still
hold our mothers
tight

Of all desires that are born
and all that cease to be
none has quite the power
of the desire not to see -
not to see the rose's thorn;
the tiny drop of red
spread out -- spread out --
guess I could have seen ahead;

I, TOO would become a figure past
another one with whom you'd tried
but it somehow wouldn't last;
I, TOO would become a dull defeat
in that heavy chest
of bitterness
that you drag down every street,
inside which our
souls agreed to
meet;
I, TOO
have those ways that I repeat.......

(Thank you for reading!)


[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-03-2002).]