Servants And Kings
Through rolling hills and many miles of bloodWe slept in the rainfall and marched through the mudAnd you were not like anyone I'd knownYou spoke with impunity, had nothing to atone
And quiet evenings you told me what you thought aboutServants and kings and how everyone is boughtAnd how no one's hands are bloodier than God'sAnd I won't be judged for doing as I ought
It's hard to say just when I fell in loveThere was no epiphany, no light from aboveBut you'd become my candle in the darkAnd all through that Hell you were the shield across my heart
When all was fire and the weather's out for bloodAnd the boys, still too young to drink, were drownin' in the floodI'd hear you laughing as I'd come on out for airAnd I'd laugh with you, pretending we care
Now twenty years have passed since the last time I saw youWhen I kissed you on the mouth you walked awayI knew that it'd be too muchI knew that it would scare youBut I couldn't find the proper words for what I had to sayBut I don't regret a thing