Thou Hath Marred Me

Thou hath marred me with deceit
And rattled me in my defeat
And yet I feel my sense of pride
There’s no reason to run and hide

What gives you the noble right?
To dismiss me in my noble plight
My hand is a noble one
And yet you discern me with your thumb

One good deed deserves another
As we are like our noble brother
My heart yearns for so much more
Beside the ocean as it roars

Pale moonlit southern skies
A thought of reason I wonder why
My heart seems in turmoil yet
I hold my head with no regret

There are times that I relent
As there are times that I repent
Thou hath, seen my tender eyes
Amidst the clouds in paradise

Noble breathe I breath within
To utter words held deep therein
May I speak of noble words?
Seldom spoken, seldom heard

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