Perhaps to where the bells doth toll

Perhaps to where the bells doth toll
I will struggle to arrive by my evening stroll
Perhaps to where the moon does rise
Will I forget in the midsts where my heart doth lie

A sling shot of pale light in the evening air
Subtle, subtle, like my maiden fair
Pierce through the barrier of my chest
Like adrenaline poison, warms feverish my breast

Perhaps if I button my coat
Perhaps if I walk where it rains
Winter will come and I will find better His Rope
to take me away from the shame, to take me away from the pain