I wake each morning with you on my mind.
A brand, burned, molded by my stupid lies.
My marked inadequacies I cover with ashes.
With hope to drown out the everlasting.
I walked around, blind, unable to see.
That she, she made me.
She echoes throughout my mind.
She is Gracious, one of a kind.
Like a Forest Green with abundant life.
She was undeserving of the burning, the strife.
She was what made life seem, alright.
A man once said,
The Price is what you pay.
The Value is what you get.
That today is a gift.
and tomorrow, a mystery.
Yet, somehow, our past, our history.
It gets to me, my unforeseen misery.
A cascade of my preaching.
Oh how i miss teaching.
Why couldn't i see.
She was the one, for me.
Oh silly me.
Waltzing to my own beat.
She went bye, one... two... three...
Dancing with glee.
Boiling with passion.
From dawn of light she drinks, with delight.
Sharing the sunlight,
From Sunrize, To night.
The Tea to my Longevity.
Sorry i left what could have been right.
For i am the one, dancing on my own.
I wake up each morning, her burning in my mind.
I will one day show this to her.
Her name will remain mystery.