Insistence

It is upon the cheek of insistence
That I lay my fingers
One, two, three, four, five
Where my palm lingers
Where it will till the day I die

It is upon the cheek of insistence
That I lay my lips again and again
One, two, three, four, five
Until I can feel the pain
A memory to cherish till the day I die

It is upon the cheek of insistence
That I shed my many tears
One, two, three, four, five
Where I will bleed my final fears
And be diseased till the day I die

It is upon the cheek of insistence
That I inter my hope of resistance
And wave to all a pleasant goodbye
So I may succumb to eternal quiescence
So cowardly in my sleep may I die