Lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely
How could you know for certain
When importance sees no truth
The child they have been hurting
Your arms held around all it holds sacred
Lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady
Walls of those who hurt me
Foul thoughts you continue pushing
But it seems like flowers have smothered you
Lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady
With your eyes, they show endless cries
Alone by my endless sighs
A sense of false certainty
And the second color smothered by the first
Lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady
All visible are my curtains
A familiar silhouette awakens me at dawn
It won't go away I know that for certain
Destiny of mine I find uncertain
Lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady
I wrote this off of the top of my head, and it is more it less the kind of poem I write when I am absolutely miserable.