Thoughts of redemption,
from deepest memory,
crawls from the darkened
corners, which I cannot see.
What must I do to remain,
true to the vows I made,
so many years ago,
when you were my lovely maid?
Thoughts of redemption,
from deepest memory,
crawls from the darkened
corners, which I cannot see.
What must I do to remain,
true to the vows I made,
so many years ago,
when you were my lovely maid?