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-=Ferryman's Wage=-

I am penniless, with no dowry to give
worthless in the eyes of the King
I am fruitless, in my plight to live
the painter's dream, no fruit to bring
to bear the sins of mine own grief
My hands are worn with welts that sting
To win the hand of my love's sweetest sigh
I have seen too much, to be so blind
What future holds for me unseen as
Hands of clay worked down to naught
now nothing left for what i sought.
I hold my arms to gain the rains trust
again, simply waiting when bitter heart crossed
who knew that the price I pay
is now the ferryman's wage?


penniless, worthless,devoid of meaning
who knew that love would have such a price?

©2003 Samurai!FX/Marc Guerrero