It was so long ago that I left home, That in the time that’s passed I have become A stronger, wiser, and forgetful man. While hardships have instilled within me strength, and wisdom came from all of my misdeeds, I’d trade them both for all my memories. It seemed so good a trade: my memories (the hatred of my past fam’ly and home) would die so that, once free, I could become a learned man, who’d fight against misdeeds and who’d stand up to all who’d threaten man. But in that trade, I lost my greatest strength. Just how could what I have now be called strength? When deeds I’ve done be stripped from memories: both mine and those within the common man, And when at last, at night, I return home I lose myself again to those misdeeds I’d hated most. Oh what have I become? Depravity is something to become those who rely on brutal force and strength. I now suppose that, due to my misdeeds Depraved is how I sit in memories and though I try to curb myself at home I’m now at odds with each woman and man. To them, I’m just a sick and twisted man who tries at night to make others become like him. And then, to lead them to my home so I can steal their hopes and gain their strength. It’s this alone that lasts in memories, and this is the extent of my misdeeds. It’s true, I think, that I once fought misdeeds… But now I prey upon woman and man. As ev’ry day fades from my memories, The nights enpower what I have become. I hope someday someone will have the strength to send me to the grave outside my home. For now, I will become filled with misdeeds, “You’ll let me have Your strength, won’t You, my man?” Your faded memories will be my home.
Title:[SMS] 01. Geoff Leone