FORSAKE

She gathers at the corner
Of my eyes and queen street  
Tears in her eyes
Tears in her blue jeans
The light in the tunnel
Is the coming light of a train  
And she's but a tear in the rain
 
She hangs hope on a rope
And barters love for self pity
Stamping her slavery  
On the grave of false masters
Any liberty with loss is a liberty lost
She diets you fast he starves
 
And all for the love of holla holla
Scholars, Soaps and Socratic oaths
So here's to love and love of God
Forsaken forgotten  
Forsaken forever
Broken shaking because you said
He's dead