There's a score of yearsof history behind me
There's a pool of tears
of mystery the blind see.
When I go I will smile.
Bearing the sarcasm
of those who mind me.
Awaiting the orgasm
of those who bind me.
When I'm released I will smile.
Seething in pain
over wounds they gave me.
Bathing in rain
over grounds my grave be.
When I'm redeemed I will smile.