Convent walls can be so high …
Convent walls can be so high;
Please forgive me darling, should I cry?
You can bury me as deep as you need;
Only do it with a kind of mindfulness …
No need for any rush or speed,
Only find me a loch that’s blindfulness …
And so I’m sad about that last rhyme;
It comes over me one last time.
Well received as if in a church,
Past is hovering my own clerk.
So they say that the church is dying
Yet some people are oh soo trying
I could vanish as if on a slope
No I’m not on some kind of dope …
Aye I’m yours if you feel thus inclined
And my heart’s on a bended vined
Yes I’m sad about that one last rhyme;
It came over me one last time …
Now I need to intertwine the dine.