Here I stand,
On this desert land,
Naked for all to see,
With no lies to hide behind,
No fig leaf off a tree,
Just a weeping soul,
Stands in front of thee,
Tortured, whipped, pulled apart,
A lonely man,
With a bleeding heart,
Look at these scars left on my back,
These knife wounds,
left from lovers past,
Take a look through my sorrowed eyes,
of the pain and hurt I've felt inside,
Tear drops fall from my chiseled jaw,
In slow motion,
They splash and hit the floor,
From the heartache,
I've felt so long before,
So here I stand before you all,
Naked for you to see,
A lonely heart once torn apart,
Now what becomes of me.
Copyright © 2010 John Bevan
