I see two sisters
sitting upon a stone wall
The younger mourns while
The other hears her recall
Tales of friends gone by
No, they’re tales of love; or shame
I wish she would cry
In her face I read my name
She could not keep up
And so I left her behind
The frozen tulip
Grew before the sun could shine
Did I have the sister sad?
I had the elder
I don’t blame her careless look
Lost I’m much colder
I had no choice but to find
ways to sort it out
Couldn’t tell it if I was blind
So I began to doubt
But if the choice that cannot wait
Is never seen again
Then what will I do? Oh twisted fate
What will life lend?
Is all the fault my own?
I pray it be not so
But as I sit here alone
Only I can make me grow
Oh angel of art
Who once held captive my broken heart
Who’s beauty and charm I ne’er could name
Who has finally put me back to shame
Do you view me now
A puppet, a shadow or frown
I’m left in a slough
and I’m completely shutdown
For wisdom and sight
You have finally seen truth
I am not a knight
But a waste of blissful youth
You have done so well
Radiant light of mine eyes
You took me from hell
And set me free in the skies
Though my heart sour
And I deserve all the pain
I pray by the hour
For the wet and cleansing rain
