Down on his knees.

How do you find the courage,
to look into my eyes?
Through all those days of suffrage,
and through all those petty lies.

What would I give,
to see the same pain in your face.
Never thought I would live,
to see me think of you in such disgrace.

Hands folded tightly together,
begging you to come back.
And tears of mine fall down on your leather,
as you get up and close the door with a smack.

Stinging memories refresh my wounds,
as I replay all what happend that day.
Oh you have no idea what I would give,
to see you exactly in that way.

Time never healed my scars,
in fact time just dried my eyes.
And no matter how hard I want to cry,
the tears just happen to die.

I'm left hurt scarred and all alone,
what is this sort of injustice?
No shoulder to lay on,
and no tears in which I could have found solace.

If I could ask for last wish,
God, please oh please.
After all that anguish,
let me see him down on his knees.
Let me see him scream and plea.
Let me see him down on his knees,
just the way I was and let me hear his screams.