I will be calling in the angels, these next fews days,
Will see who can come cut these chords,
Strings going from my heart, my navel and my head,
I will see what instruments they bring to cut the bad out of this,
I grieved, and am grieving but now is enough,
A higher power must come make amends,
to make peace out of this mess,
I trust the light to shine onto what needs to heal,
and release the heart that is in a cage of turmoil,
I now understand that his stamp of approval was cast down by a new woman,
Handprints now forming on walls that we made,
I wonder if she sings you to sleep like I did?
Wonder if her song was as full of fight as mine is?
A blood warrior I am,
You never deserved me,
I am the harmony of brown and gold,
swirling in pink pots of love,
drenched in understanding, patience and fire,
my darling child,
that is all you are,
just a child.
I must thankyou for the amusement,
but I am tired of the laughing,
smiles masking the red eyes,
maybe this is the ego talking,
but its embarassing,
because you even managed to steal my pride.