The Sins Of Seduction

May the world rub shoulders with you in friendship? May its Seven seas buoy us up in comradeship? May the celestial stars in heaven shine upon you? May these mountains fade behind your shadow? And guide your every footstep on a righteous path And of scars, how many must we carry, I ask you… Does not the weight of it make us all desperadoes? How many tears spilt make an ocean, do the math. Each, in turn, has ventured on some self-destruction Reaching deep within ourselves, then turned around Having aptly sailed a ship called The Sins of Seduction We've hit icebergs, and at some point, run-aground. … Wrote with stick our own, desperate SOS, come, get me. Here, let these damn, sad egos of mine be drowned. There's been a part of me waiting like some detainee Another part of me, a chaperone, always harbour bound.