Requiem - Ben Abraham

Write us a song they said

Tell us your truth you've got

nothing to hide

Well tell them the truth I did

And exposed what I had locked inside

I laid it out across the floor and cried

And so it went down like the poet described

And they reached for their children

and covered their eyes

This was not a song for angry men

What I wrote for them

Was a requiem

Hiiiii

Hooo

Go on and run she sighed

I wish you could see all the things I have seen

Well here on the other side

It feels the same as when I was nineteen

I should have read up on my Augustine

I ran for the corner the poet described

And I stood in the sun and I saw myself die

I was so afraid of angry men

What I wrote for them

Was a requiem

Hmmmmm

Hmmmm aaaaa ooooooo

This is something to remember me by

This is something to remember me by

This is something to remember me by

This is something to remember me by

Remember me remember me