The Ill-Made Knight
Sean Leonard
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Don't look at me I am a stranger My voice has no timbre I am a danger I am a lump of Protean clay Clawing myself to be Molded and greater On the road they Call me a fighter Someone who loves Mary and murders beside her This is my trade All I can offer Blood on this day So there's no blood tomorrow Blade passes over Here I am kneeling Before the God who can Act without thinking Stare at the ground I look back in marble A knight fit for mansions Of daub and of wattle On my soul I pray for answer Give a miracle I can deliver On my soul I pray for answer Give a miracle I can deliver On my soul I pray for answer Give a miracle I can deliver On my soul I pray for answer Give a miracle I can deliver Glory to He that can Make me a savior I have no one else I cannot be disfavoured I need no crown And no scepter to swing Just let me be well On the inside at least I hear your voice Though it's all that I offer Lend me your gaze To make the world softer
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