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Author: Starsea (Professors' Bookshelf)  Story: Unsettled Scores  Chapter: Default
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"Unsettled Scores" from "Whistle down the Wind"

"Unsettled Scores" from "Whistle down the Wind"

(Sirius in the Forbidden Forest)

There's a prayer for the living and the dying
There's a prayer to soothe the savage sea
There's a prayer it seems for almost everything
but no-one has a prayer for me - and I,
I haven't got a prayer...

So many cries in the night that I try to ignore.
Why didn't I do that? Why didn't I do this ?
So many unbroken chains, so many unsettled scores...

The old man in the frame who sneered, my mother and her slaps
The brutal eyes, the uniforms, the Dark Lord and his traps

The lonely boy who yearned to love, and learn to kiss and dance
The rich, selfish politicans trying to advance

The Aurors with the smell of war that never fades away
The heroes of the Quidditch fields, forgotten in a day

The ones there, the real criminals, the trembling hands and whispered sighs
The doctors at the hospital, unending tests and twisted lies

The betrayers, the betrayed, the abandoned, the afraid
The corrupted and the celebrated endlessly humiliated
Gloriously big parade

You can say a prayer for everyone that there could ever be
Say a prayer for all of these and more
but there's still no prayer for me

Say a prayer for your purest daughter, toll a bell for your only son
There's no way out and all my prayers are fading one by one

The stern and disapproving eyes, friends who stabbed you in the back
The brothers that they take away with one sudden, quick attack
The desperate boy who sleeps alone, whoever's in his bed
The chosen ones who get a home, the blessed get ahead

The kids out playing Quidditch in the fading summer night
The teenage lovers in Hogsmeade, the glow of the full moon's light

A black motorbike on a steep incline, the wind blowing through my hair
The trophies and the holidays, they vanished in the air!
The betrayers, the betrayed, the abandoned, the afraid,
The glorified, the idolised, the bastards and their jealous eyes -
An amazingly big parade!

You can say a prayer for everyone you've known or you might see
Say a prayer for all of these and more but there's still no prayer for me

Say a prayer for every living thing, the unborn and deceased
But I haven't got a prayer, I know,
That's the nature of the beast -
That's the nature of the beast....

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