Atonement

Eleven strings on my harp
Pleading for a stranger's voice
Black birds flew over
The night into day
Forsaken by tainted boys

A crystal glass has no seam
To call off the forbidden
I feared a longing glance
Of paper cuts
A letter long time written

The dog craved for he stables
Where once the horse's left
Crying out for injustice
Is simply futile
When it has lost its heft

We grinded into the night
To forget mourning came
Seven strangers left on track
I followed on
Captured by life's deathly game