The Women Wanting

The woman of folly, she beckons me in Leads me to wander, leads me to sin, Pulled to the perfume, led by a knife, Foreseen conclusions, sorrow and strife. My head through the doorway, the herbs and the spice, Cover the rotting, hide where I die, Ripping my arm free, scars multiply, Some from the olden, add to the ply. I tear away, but something within, Leads me to wander, leads me to sin, I hate to say it, cause God and I know, I reminisce as distance grows, All of my silver and all of my gold, I’d trade it all for a stronger no. The cinnamon withers, the foul settles in, The truth of the poison, the wretch that I’ve been, I fall to the floor, a piteous fool, She needed no weapon, I was her tool. I hear a voice calling, I flee from the sound, She calls from the ramparts, my cry drowns her out, The fresh wounds are pouring, I’m bleeding, pleading, leave me be, I’d rip out my heart before you can have me. I hate to say it, cause God and I know, My strength is fleeting, the further I go, All of my flesh, and all of my bones, I’d give it all for a stronger no. The woman of wisdom is seeking me out, She finds me a wreck, huddled in doubt, She tells me I’m safe now, comforting kiss, I’m sorry that I always end up like th The woman of wisdom is seeking me out, She finds me a wreck, huddled in doubt, She tells me I’m safe now, comforting kiss, I’m sorry that I always end up like this. I hate to say it, cause God and I know, My strength is fleeting, the further I go, All of my flesh, and all of my bones, I’d give it all for a stronger no. A stronger no.