Asterisk

I'd rather be a preposition,
A conjunction or an article
Than an asterisk at the end of a sentence.
A stage instruction, a marginal note.
You can dismiss it, and no one will notice,
Not even you. See? You nearly missed it.

CHORUS №1:
I hate being a burden,
I don't like to intrude.
But you are a warden,
The metal on wood.
Guarding the prison,
The jail of your heart
From which I am locked out
That's just for a start.

VERSE №1:
Locked out of the prison
Instead of being chained
And left there to rot out,
To seal off my fate.
The jail full of darkness
And maybe some light.
But that, thanks to you, now
I'll never find
Out.

CHORUS №2:
I hate being a burden,
I don't like to intrude.
Although you're the warden,
I'm knocking on wood.
Hope you'll put your guard down,
And let those fears out.
They won't be of trouble
As long as I'm 'round.

VERSE №2:
And oh, I am tired
Of guessing and sleuth.
You know what I value
Above all is truth.
There are many out there,
As some of them say.
So you've got a fine choice.
Pick one if you may.

CHORUS №3:
I hate being a burden,
I don't like to intrude.
Stop being the warden,
Put an end to this feud.
My patience's not endless
It will overflow
So please, make your move now
Before that final blow.

2x СHORUS №1

I don't want to be an asterisk...


26 Oct 2011