Heartstring

Play from the bench
Only sacrificial when they need of a lamb
But am I
Or was I
I played a game thought to be finessed
Where it was never working with me
But against me
What a terrible trapeze to be on
The bottom may have not been so far down
But I held you to my level
You will always be my equal
As I am
Left in the last scene
Never to return to the sequel
Such an instrument for love
Ill be your caretaker

William K. Butler