“Curse of Apollo”

Lyrics

You can't imagine how it feels
To take all that you can grasp
To come so close to you
Yet you escaped from my hands

Would that I were the arrow
That I were made of lead
I'd rather not shine above
A world where you are dead

O the power in these hands
To take all there is for taking
O the day has finally come
When there's nothing left worth saving

I look out on your leaves
Here with all that we've done
Your leaves will never fade
While mine wilt in the sun

So I climb the stairs
To take my chariot down
These, my fastest horses,
Lead without my hand now.

O the power in these hands
To take all there is for taking
O the day has finally come
When there's nothing left worth saving

Copyright © 2010 Karl Ward