One day I was poisoned,

It was by my own hand

And so I shall sit here

In my world full of pity

Alone with this book in my hand

I know that my mother

Would hate what I do

And I know she’ll be sat there

Saying “Boys you’d better had swear,

for life will not take care of you”

So I’m wondering through

These memories long past

And they stand there before me

Like every blade of grass

Through the haze of the evening

When my wits were so tricked

With a hall full of guests

All peasants and pests

Came the past that had fallen to bits

We met and locked horns

Like stags on a roam

With break neck speed

We had both soon agreed

That we’d better fight this one alone

Yes I thought of the winner

And of he who came last

My thoughts they were stood there

Like every blade of grass

When I woke in the morning

Barely able to walk

I picked up my head

Man  I thought I was dead

And I wondered of that peasant I’d fought

What is it in man

That can make up his mind

There’s blood on the curtains

Where he’s gone I’m not certain

Perhaps he has left me behind

There’s a call on my phone

It’s that peasant of mine

Saying “Come get me quick

Yeah the police say I’ve quit

And they gave to my brother a fine

Yes I thought of us children

How we grew up so fast

Those memories just sit there

Like every blade of grass