I stand accused,
what defense can I use,
I exhausted all of my appeals living within your space,
left with a bitter taste, without an embrace,
now our atlar of refuge remains forever defaced
Did I, live within the shadows of your compassion,
was I ever a suitable companion,
can faith and trust be rationed,
when in the driest summer of all the river ran dry,
only to be filled by the tears of frustration you've cried
I stand accused,
the gods are not amused,
when angels of love fall helplessly to earth,
did I coerce, or were you immersed,
in a melancholy melody while concentrating on my verse
Did I, disguise myself forever and a day,
throw a roadblock on love's causeway,
did I love my neighbor with all my heart, or did I disobey,
was the cause of our destruction based on my special effects,
or did I take your linear love and arrogantly decide to redirect
I stand accused,
my sentence approved,
but I cannot throw myself on the mercy of your court,
our love couldn't surivive gravity's torque, so it's mission abort,
rememeber to tell the judge I loved you when you write your final report
Did I, in the aftermath of previous trials create a man who cannot feel,
or did I break the hourglass so time could not reveal,
a heart not yet healed,
and now our seal is broken forever,
do I have the pride and courage to face the court's displeasure
I stand accused,
of disturbing our groove,
we once danced in spaces for only lovers reserved,
will my previous time served, satiate your thirst,
or will you walk in a valley of blistering sunshine praying for a cloudburst
Did I, ever wish that we had not met,
have I prayed facing Mecca, or did I conveniently forget,
that above all love of God and woman is about respect,
and correcting the simple mistakes we make with a simple prayer,
or maybe I tried to hear your voice, but my hearing was impaired,
by the adulation of the crowd,
that was so loud,
but it doesn't matter now,
to you I leave love thoughts, but only to God I can bow,
still,
I stand accused,
of being a man, of being a man