For Elise

A tall, mystique beauty

Her hair fell beneath her cheeks

As red as they got,

It was later forgotten

Alas, I was beaten

 

The clash and the meet of our hands

Simplicity of our little plans

Least of all well

Was a story to tell

One with good reason

 

Let blasphemy tell

The war of the world

Has a weight lifted?

Citizens cry

They want freedom from life

Has a weight lifted away from this girl?

 

I knew nothing of the woman she was

Her past was an unspoken ghost

Push came to shove

I was never enough

Alas I was beaten

 

Let blasphemy tell

The war of the world

Has a weight lifted?

Citizens cry

They want freedom from life

Has a weight lifted away from this girl?