song for the lord

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
And she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
But from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There is a question always wandering over my head, after all these years changing, did I still have the ability to love?

Through the endless controling of my body, my mind, my relatives, only for reaching the target I can't tell but deeply scratched in my heart, I finally climbed on the hanging throne waitted for the hornor and respect.

But my soul is uncontrollable.

My soul harshly strike back, burning every inch of my mind, laughing at my poorless morality and consciousness. I lock my self in the cabinet, I throw my self out of the window, I eat up my teeth and tear a hole.

But no worry, you don't have to worry at all. After castration, I will be as usual, I will be usual as before. As an usual friend, as a usual neighbor, as a usual son, as a usual-nice people.

Here is how the question arise, did I still have the ability to love, to behave as a child, singing and dancing, squandering the gift of the lord.

I tied myself to a kitchen chair, the familiar smell showed once again. Suspicion and jealous take my head, anger and longing blind my eyes. The powerful lips drew me back to 20 years.

I finally understand the spirit of love is never to have, but not have.

I go down on my knees and praise the God.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah.