This is How

This is how I die

Stick a needle in my eye

For each deceiving lie

This is how I die.

This is how I live

A gentle touch my father will give

But each time I will forgive

This is how I live.

I only lie to save my father’s honor

I only forgive to make my father happy

Each needle going in I no longer feel but I can hear

Each touch reminds my father of my mother in heaven

This is how I live

And this is how I die

I live to serve my father’s whims and pleasures

I die to protect my father’s image and sanity

My brothers stand by and watch furiously

They are not convinced of our father’s purity

I finally cry and tell the truth

About the mighty king and his purpose for me

My father is taken and the magician grants me sight

He asks why I would lie for someone not of flesh and blood

I reply, “He was in love with my mother. What other reason need there be?”

This is how I live.