If I should slit my vein with my pen
And used my blood to write you a song
Would you think I'm crazy, would you stop me baby,
Or would you help to push it along
Now if all the words, that then fill the page
Lie in code and spelt out your name
Would you think me worldly, would think I'm worthy
Or would you think I'm slightly insane
Drop stone, cobwebs of hope
Lie tangled in the breezes that blows
Who knows, what they got 'til it goes
Death by a million cuts, or you grow
If I could sing in a voice so pure
Like an angel from a heavenly choir
Would you rush to praise me, would you canonize me
Or would you simply turn a deaf ear
If all the words that I wrote did come true
And your heart was besieged by love
Would you let me conquer, would you let me labor
Or would you suicide and be gone
Drop stone, cobwebs of hope
Lie tangled in the breezes that blows
Who knows, what they got 'til it goes
Death by a million cuts, or you grow
Copyright Colin Coplin 2012
Colin Coplin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drop-stone/
