Should I find not
Sadness in your separation?
Or Devastation in
Your departures from mine eyes?
The two of you, should've stuck like glue
And you know I'm true
Because now you're both so blue
The Bishop in his monastery, he creates
Art.
The Smith, and her workshop, she creates
Art.
But together you created and felt Joy.
Now, I must act coy.
I must play both your sides
Good little boy.
No, It's not as if I were your equal
Not as if I was also both your friends from the beginning.
Not at all.
But I will fight to the death for your sanity. Because I am here to help you create a wonderful life.
