Weeping willows sits all alone,
with no one to love, no one to hold,
Thinking of the one who faded away,
She prepare herself for another long day.
Her freedom was founded,
In a house made of stone,
As she was finally given,
A home on her own.
But in only an instant,
it all went away,
Leaving her just with the memories,
of a man who couldn't stay.
She readies her future,
but can't shake her past,
A life filled with love,
That just wouldn't last.
She longs for the day,
They will meet once again,
Completing their painting,
of beauty within
The angle will dance,
and the prophets will sing,
She will sit by contented,
to watch the whole thing....
No comments:
Post a Comment