They mass here at mid day
Such a quandary how
I was with them so long
Again, I was wrong
You're kneeling there
With furtive eyes on me
And you say
Turn your head, face the jury
Turn again, face your peers
We have gathered to listen
To what we want to hear
Bemused, confused so
Much ado about nothing
Abuse ensues, though
When I reply, you offer
You try, you falter
A spool of thread,
A needle won't help me
Is your faith so precarious
That you attack me and not my questions?
Falling, failing now They mass here at mid day Such a quandary how I was with them so long Again, I was wrong You're kneeling there With furtive eyes on me And you say Turn your head, face the jury Turn again, face your peers We have gathered to listen To what we want to hear Bemused, confused so Much ado about nothing Abuse ensues, though When I reply, you offer You try, you falter A spool of thread, A needle won't help me Is your faith so precarious That you attack me and not my questions? Explain Request ×
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