The tavern singer
I WATCH HER ON STAGE AS SHE SINGS WITH AN ETERNAL PAIN ETCHED ACROSS HER FACE SHE SEEMS LIKE AN ANGEL WHO'S HEART WAS ONCE MIGHTY BUT SOMETHING TERRIBLE MADE HER FALL FROM GRACE THE WAY SHE GLIDES HER HAND SHE SINGS SEEMS LIKE SHE'S TELLING A STORY WITH HER BARE HANDS HER STORY ONLY GETS STRONGER WITH EVERY WORD AS HER PAIN SEEMS ENDLESS LIKE THE GRAINS OF SAND IN AN HOURGLASS SHE HAS CAPTIVATED MY BEING IN A WAY IN WHICH THE ENTIRE WORLD CAN NEVER UNDERSTAND I PRAY THAT HER HEART CAN LOVE AGAIN I WONDER IF SHE HERSELF CAN SHE SINGS OF LOVE LOST IN THE WINDS OF TIME AND FOUND ONCE AGAIN BUT THEN HER STORY TAKES A DRASTIC TURN AND HER LOVE IS ONCE AGAIN BETRAYED BY AN UNHOLY SIN THEN AS HER STORY COMES TO AN END SHE SEEMS TO HAVE ONLY ONE QUESTION THAT BACK TO SHE MUST ALWAYS REFER THEN HER EYES OPEN AS A TEAR ROLLS DOWN HER FACE AND THEN SHE ASKS THE ENTIRE WORLD AND GOD HIMSELF WHEN WILL LOVE STOP MAKING A FOOL OUT OF HER Written November 30th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2002 08:29 AM PST 0 • 10
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"I WATCH HER ON STAGE..."