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Maybe I would not live in Murky
Visions
Of the future or the past.
Maybe someday my tortured tormented
heart and soul
Will be free of jealousy's evil grasp..
If I had Crystal Visions of what is to
come.
Maybe I could hold my head up high
Look you in the eye and stomp out
Your father's holier than thou
Hypocritical
Visions..
If I had Crystal Visions of what is now.
Maybe I could see why you are so blind
As too how cruel you sometimes treat me
But all I have is a thundering heaviness
In my heart and Cloudy Visions with
tears in my eyes.
If I had Crystal Visions of what I am
to leave behind.
I would hope to see a world of love and happiness for you
A daughter who worships you
and treats you with loving kindness.
And does not leave you with Shattered
Visions. As you sometimes do me..
A heart that is slowly pricked apart
will eventually bleed and die...
Maggie 11/10/99
I love you My child maybe someday you
will understand..