My Life

I stood and wept at my choice in life
To manage a smile through grief and strife
She held my hand as the wind swept fair
Engaging love and pushing me there.

Oh miss, oh miss I see your task
Moulding light and fast to create your mask
Removing kindness from the depth of my soul
Forgetting my life as once it was told.

Forging onward to the valley's sweet scent
Treading carefully with my toes all wired and bent
Escaping this time to much better greens
My blood flows high toward crystal cold streams.

Oh miss, oh miss why do you still ask
For my hand while I walk wearing your cold forged mask
The blue cover of your heart gives light to my mind
That your love returns and forgiveness will be kind.