Cordelia

Music and Lyric by David W. Jacobsen
Copyright 2005. All Rights Reserved.

What have I done to my own flesh and blood?
What have I done to my daughter?
Cordelia

While your cruel sisters were telling me lies
And all of the things that I wanted
Cordelia

Could you forgive an old man
who's far past his prime?
Could you forgive an old king
who's running out of time?

My children surpass me and tamper with pride
Wounds me far deeper than a sword
Cordelia

Left only my jester as fair weather comes
Showing me all was a facade
Cordelia

I led an army of thousands
and conquered this land
But I now see that a man is
Only a man

Out in the storm they had left me to die
Cast out and disowned just like my
Cordelia

As the wind and rain were sweeping my face
I screamed to the gods and I thought of
Cordelia

My wit begins to turn
The tempest in my mind
My frame moves from its place

When we are born, we cry
That it is here we've come
To this great stage of fools

Our men defeated we're led off in chains
Yet with you I could live my last days
Cordelia

But your murderer came far too fast for my arms
After I killed him with my hands
Cordelia

I led an army of thousands
And conquered this land
But now I see that all men are
Nothing more than sand