IF HE ONLY KNEW I AM A SHADOW OF THE WOMAN I ONCE WAS…
then maybe he wouldn’t say the things he said
or do the things he did…
but I think now in spite of the woman that I am
he was the man that he is and SO WHAT?
I’m kinda over you…but I sorta had to say it!
YA

Her hope seems to fade with the setting sun
How to guide this one who’s mind drives her crazy?
Whips her like a tornado swirling into a mess
How do I share the very hope that she lets go
of freely as if it were nothing…but to me it is everything…
I pray for strength to wait and not rescue
her from herself

I need a miracle for this broken soul

Tawny Beige like the color
Like the lights in the misty night
With a hint of yellow gold yet orange
all the same
Her name of Tawny, like the color beige
but there was nothing beige about her!

Golden Mist kissed my face
Washing away the thoughts
That once paralyzed my mind
Sweet sleep became my friend
A welcomed bliss