When the crowds began to stone me
And my friends began to express doubt
When my life began to french kiss the dirt
And my vision failed…
When the sun rose, bleeding the darkness
When the stars dripped with warning
When the grave began calling me like it knew me
And my feet began to expire…
When the dust failed to settle
And the fruit never ripened
When I could no longer spawn greatness
And having you pressed against my chest became the irresistible thorn piercing my side…..
I should have let you go.