Bequeath Of Me

Am I of a lesser man, that thou has turned me way
Discern of me now, so that I might say
That my life has fallen into disarray

Bequeath of me so that I shall live
And know thyself so that I shall give

For I have felt my fear, and yet I yearn
Beside the flickering candle burned
Cease and desist, but for one last kiss
Before you vanish into the mist

Know thy hand, and warm thyself
For I am but a humbled shadow of myself
Brazen before the morning sun
And know thyself, that my life has become undone

Less I be of a lesser class
Then to look upon you before the mast
Bequeath of me so that I shall know
And bequest of me so that I may grow

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