yes i know it's hidden behind my smile,
was it when i shared with you that cigarette?
when we had that talk.
before it all came crumbling down,
like drunken sleepwalk.
i know Mister, what we had to do,
it was a motion to be voted,
to say adieu,
but not permanent,
that wouldnt be heroic.
he was destroying himself, of course,
kept pushing like a stubborn horse.
had to pull on the reins,
i hope you forgive me,
hold him together in chains,
hide his key.
i am not proud, i am hurt as well,
we share the pain,
this choice compelled.
and now i hear him cry,
hear him whistle,
a broken tune,
dare we turn a blind eye?
that defies the rules,
im not being a brat,
remember we are not fools.
it makes me sad for every time i see her,
i remember his stories about her,
and im trying i know, to know her better,
these ties i would never dare sever.
i was warned to stay away from her when i first heard,
when i was handed her book to protect,
i was so tired of reading books of sadness,
with women who dared enter our madness.
but you know shes right, shes always been,
shes like no other, before us always a Queen.
and i still hate that we had to do this to him,
for i know how much he meant to her,
is the reason why he still whistles,
my beautiful signals.
and shes great, i can see,
why you cared, why he shared,
she sets us free.
never been good at sharing, i know,
but Mister Zisco trusted me to follow,
his steps, with her, so his sadness i must swallow.
and i will continue to whistle along,
the song of redemption, a theme song.
im sorry i really am,
hes coming back, i promise,
even if trading my place for his,
ill be honest...
...i have empathy for our Goddess.
all i want is for all of us to be Happy,
including her, shes now family,
but more so,
shes our sanity.