The First Disciple

My old friend, these poems that you preach They're being wasted as you speak Remind me once more how they came to be your calling Do you even know you're falling? You know that for you I'd give an arm I'm one of few that never meant you harm And I heed you like I heed fire and thunder But from time to time I wander And lately I did wonder If you did it all to make you feel desired Did it all to make you feel admired For love to replace your shame That's quite the group that you have gathered now Most of them, they just want you somehow They would pay any price to kiss your skin Don't tell me that is loving You know that don't mean nothing You know You must know And yet you give it all to make you feel desired Give it all to make you feel admired For love to replace your shame You give it all to make you feel desired Give it all to make you feel admired For love to replace your shame For love to replace your shame For us to praise your name Now, my friend, I won't forget The darkness blinding me before we met It's all I need to remember you As the light you were Even though for sure You won't remember me No, you won't remember me I'm afraid that no amount of fame Will ever wash away the shame Of knowing not how to love your only friend Who will love you 'til the end