I looked through their eyes,
I bled their blood fast,
I was their sacrifice too.

I believed in their lies,
that flowed like a flood past,
oh an all their "good" advice yeah true,

I heard their goodbyes,
an was dragged through the mud last,
an I lost my own "you",

Then there you were,
a wonderful change,
in the pattern of the weather,
an intoxicating scent wafts,
I see a bird with the SAME kind of feather,

I see-
my souls home flies,
in a soft lilac breeze,
on swift sweet vanilla skies,
it was then I knew for sure,
they must have heard,
my endless lovers cries.

Ma Cherie © 2017