the memoir of young geisha
she was singing the unsinging song
for she knows nothing can make her smile again
and nothing can make her feel like a child again
everyday is a pain to her
every present minutes too hurt to offer
is a black cloud she dont even want to listen to
a red tear she dont ever care to comfort you...
she dream naked for that is what her life is up to
she shout her silent voice for that pleases her inner fool
stroking and thrusting moaning and panting
for a meal to deal and roof to shield
is she a slave in a free room of this little brothel
or just a mistake she did'nt do but an escape she could'nt move
be the body of too expensive to be too cheap
and too matured for a too immature...
o baby you are to young to be touch
to innocent to be fond and too evil to be like one
too confused to become one
cut the misery o lord who she beliefs
let her go in peace beyond the cloud of midst
not to come again to such a place like this
and be moan again for a joyous freak...
away from the life of sins
away from the those strumpets bitch
for you worth more than that
a precious gem unlight...
a hard one