Sitting in Michael's Lap
~ Don't ~
Don't tell me that you're sorry,
For I have no regrets;
Don't go out on a limb for me
Then try to hedge your bets.
Don't set your sights to win me,
For I cannot be won.
Don't try to pick my pieces up;
I haven't come undone.
Don't tell me how to finish
Before I make a start;
Don't say you love me totally
Then try to change my heart.
Don't try to solve my riddle;
My secrets are my own.
Don't tell me I should lean on you --
For I can stand alone.
Don't try to reinvent my wheel:
I am who I will be.
But look to change the way you feel,
Instead of changing me.
"Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morierus"
(Now as I hear this bell tolling softly for another, it says to me, "Thou must die.")