If I

If I should lie on mornings dew,

and cry the blood I’ve spilt for you,

and die the deaths I’ve killed for you,

would you grant me peace?

If I should scythe a field of corn,

and bare the looks that are filled with scorn,

and sing songs of doom in early morn,

would you grant me peace?

If I should choose another life,

and make my mark without a knife,

and strip my heart of pain and strife,

would you grant me peace?

If I should find a priest still true,

and carve a cross of wood for you,

and wear a crown of thorns for you,

would you grant me peace?

If I should find the Promised Land,

and scorch my feet on burning sands,

and free my soul with tight clasped hands,

would you grant me peace?

If I commit to the valley of death,

and with my very last whisper, in still bated breath,

give all that I have till I’ve nothing left,

would you grant me peace?

Tomas Bird - Shallow Sea 2013