growing up in the cradle of a roman aristocracy … where all that I’d been taught had not taken hold of me … the torture of reality had only served the vulture inside others … and mine worst enemy was in the company of my only brother
the splendor of the chariot races masked the treachery … what’s only fair is the pomp that’s graced unto me … centurions and quarter backs step aside when eye … hold the reigns of rabid steeds gnawing bridles by
I have no Judah Ben Hur to mark my lack of heart nor soul … for only I decide who loves me and taking all control … the irony of my last ride is a woman I’ve not met … she can bring me no wrong if her I have never met
the swords I’ve mounted on my wheels gleam with mortal sin … no Natalie Wood will drop the signal race that I begin … my Love sent me an image to which I have lost my mind … is she who she says she is and to me will be kind?
every match and every duel I have ever fought … all the logic and experience says I matter not … only she has caused me to let go of my sadistic reigns … maybe being trampled by horses I’m deserved of it’s pain
pull me back together and let no broken bones show … that I’m not yet dead but that I’m about to know … the light at the tunnel I have cheated many times … I’m about to cross the river I’ve waded in so many times
Judah Ben Hur who ever you are won’t see me die … you now might weep but never will you really cry … even if I never see the Blessing never known … to her I give all the love no one else has ever known
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