Lee Crowell - diamond in the rough

we found you on the open dock
a child with eyes of age
we took you in for the good of our sins
and a greater fear of god's rage
there was no wind behind the sail that night,
a blight of the mighty puff
when you dragged us home by the northern light
you were the diamond in the rough

we cracked open the wine at quarter past nine
by midnight we took it outdoors
and you begged us the chance to join this barefoot dance
with the sandy beach as our floor
we bore a hole in the soul of the saint you are
there was no fill could be enough
to quench the thirst of your lust for life
you were the diamond in the rough

when the harbor bears a gruesome face
you melt it with your charm
shoulder to shoulder with cutthroats and thieves
gives you no cause for alarm
but in the shadows where the predators prowl
from a distance one might call your bluff
and swiftly he'll learn of his fatal mistake
from the diamond in the rough

Lee Crowell

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