Hang on, stitching together your page...
At grated window, shadows shutter in
the dark of day arising near nightfall,
At grated window, shadows shutter in
the dark of day arising near nightfall,
and all I see here near the gutter is
a minstrel setting up his puppet stall.
and all I see here near the gutter is
a minstrel setting up his puppet stall.
Oblivious to me, no doubt, but I
do wish he’d sing a tune—at least hum it—
distract me from the truth. Imprisoned: why?
It’s for a crime she forced me to commit.
Oblivious to me, no doubt, but I
do wish he’d sing a tune—at least hum it—
distract me from the truth. Imprisoned: why?
It’s for a crime she forced me to commit.
I’ll tell my story, I just need a minute.
My thoughts from scattered disarray I must collect.
I’ll tell my story, I just need a minute.
My thoughts from scattered disarray I must collect.
My story’s order must be sorted, for within it
the way from start to end is not direct.
My story’s order must be sorted, for within it
the way from start to end is not direct.
