A Rebel's Cry

There's no bitter sleep on this journey!

If I cry, I cry alone

There is no empty seat for the wicked

For the soul's presence is finished

Let me sleep upon my bed

And let me dream peacefully

The heart has gone ashore!

There are more things in heaven and earth

Than there are in the mind

I shall light my rose on fire

So the petals can dry

And then I'll put them in a book of memories

Oh hark! There goes my loving heart

Beating out the races of time

And a strong land is divided

And I am a rebel with a cry

Indeed the roses are roses for sure

And the mighty walls have fallen

And blood drips from my hands

Cold and dead in my sorrow,

The waves of love

Are dripping from the rooftops

I am basking in the glory of sin...

And all the days are holier than green

I attest to the fact that I'm elated

And dead stars raise the skies

To a higher level than me

And the cold winds blow

And the buildings holler

I want to cry out in anger, I want to cry out in pain

For I don't know when I'll see you again

And the rooftops will die

Before I get to you,

Let the sun drip upon my soul!

And all the bloody children

Jump in a pool of water

To get themselves clean,

What poorer love is self-reflecting?

I find myself alone in this world

No one will ever give me my flowers

Because I am not likeable

And in the poetry world

I am just forgotten,

And that's the truth;

Yet a rebel's cry is not forgotten

I shall dance with God until the very end

Yet it makes me sad

That nobody loves me

For a rebel wants to be loved

Just like everybody else...

Am I a dark horse in the running?

For in my loneliness I find solace in leisure

The deep waters can only take me so far

The sexual reverence is only in my mind!

I am desperate to find love

But not on this earth

For earth is not a place in heaven,

And all the statues want to explode!

And all the beauty wants to wither,

Wither away with your solitude

For I don't want it.

I want to wither away in your skin

For no one can divide the living dead

A rebel's cry is a rebel's cry

And I am a lonely frog,

Roses hide from me

Because I am too eccentric

Forgive me for my reverence for life!