Servant to Two Masters
my life is controlled by two ruthless masters
I just don't know which one will kill me faster
I'm just a pawn in this deadly chess game
playing my part in this twisted charade
and now I'm kneeling here in this grim old place
as bitter tears stream down my face
I remember so clearly your smile, your laugh
but now all I've got left is this photograph
your immortal image waves at me
I hate the truth, but it's plain to see
there's no point in pretending
for me there will never be a happy ending
so I rip the photograph in two
I need your memory to help me get through
can remorse help to heal my wounded soul?
will I survive long enough to reach my goal?
when we meet again beyond the veil,
will you have mercy and listen to my tale?
when I finally find you there,
will I see forgiveness in your eyes
or just an accusing stare?