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God Save Us All In Rome

God save me from those nights I spent

pouring myself all over the place,

Save me from that sacred window where I

once smoked too many camel blues to

prove a point,

Save me from searching for answers in a

man who knows he can be no help to me,

Save me from that caustic shame I always

felt but seldom spoke of —

Save me from the fight that always feels

like salt on the wound,

Save me from the silence that turns me

to stone and bone,

Save me from all those stories I deluded

myself to be true,

Save me from being spilt all over again,

and turn me into solid earth in Rome.

 
 
 

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