I am not aware of
The shame I am bringing
The death of a martyr
His ideals and his feelings
I took them away from
The ground they stood upon
Destroyed the hope of
Every mistake I've done
Forgiveness is like
A slash across the memory
The pain is the passion
That torments beneath me
Somewhere deep inside
Lies a liar and a fool
Seperated I feel
I'll be the death of you
Where have I gone
All this guilt I've swallowed
I try to drown the voices inside
It's all my own
It's all my own
Screaming, shaking the walls
Just to let me know they're there
How did it come to this
Unholy nightmare?
Kill me or let me go
I'm not a martyr
Kill me or let me go
Let me take control
Kill me or let me go
I'm not a martyr
I'm not a marytr
Martyrs
I think of Becket, Malcolm X, Ghandi - not one to know a lot of them by name.
We don't celebrate martyrs here often - mostly the famed or icons, stars of the screen we collectively mourn. Still we mourn them as if they are family - not their cause, their contribution. Interesting. Joan of Arc - stake burning is no longer common and I'm so glad of it. ~alletts~