Back again, back again,
From what I used to be;
For all the things I made myself
To please you, you could not see.

I tried to paint the stars for you;
I tried to do it all.
But everything I did for you
In your eyes made me fall.

So today will be the last day
That I for you adorn.
Give me peace, and let me rest;
I watch for coming morn.

Let rivers wash and waters flow
And carry back to shore
Thus from you I'll send away
To find my home once more.

(c) 2018 Indigo Kenna