"…it was then that I carried you."
I am salvation
For your demise.
You take me for granted.
Assume I'll always be there.
Why must you push me?
You think I'll stay
No matter what you say.
You criticise and mock me.
You think my work is nonsense.
Like it or not you do need me.
I keep you straight;
I keep you sane;
I keep you human.
But you have to push me, don't you?
Well let me tell you something:
I have a life and a family,
You aren't everything to me.
I don't need your ridicule
I don't need your insults
I don't need your tantrums
And I certainly don't need you.
I am not maladjusted and bitter.
I live, laugh and love
And I do it without you.
You can flit about with whomever you like.
Even that … that woman,
You know the angry, vengeful one.
You've known her for minutes
Yet you follow her to New York.
I've been your light for years
Yet you endeavour to extinguish me.
Congratulations – you've finally done it.
I hope now you will realise
All that I did for you.
Because I can no longer
Be the light in your darkness.
You keep trampling on me.
I refuse to be the Grace for your redemption
I was salvation
For your demise.