Oh my lovely dear,
What a day.
Another complicated year,
In the play,
More commonly known,
As my life.
Where I've grown,
As a wife,
Married to the earth and sky.
And the moon,
Has always watched me sigh,
A delicate tune.


Oh my angel, it seems,
The world is not,
A place for you to dream.
Only to rot,
To wash up and fade away,
To pull apart.
To break in every way,
And lose heart.
Well I put up a fight,
Raise my fists,
Throw punches all night,
And rarely miss.


Oh my darling, you know,
It's my birthday.
And every time you go,
It's the worst day.
I tried my best to pretend.
Fake a smile.
But the nonsense had to end,
After a while.
Now I have grown tired,
Of my old fears.
And the one person I desired,
Has disappeared.