Her beloved fall
Over the mountain sun arise, seen through blurry teary eyes,
Remember the words so sweetly said ,
Tough without apology , now only a memory
as if some time some where they are read.
The road ahead is steep , stumble on as you weep ,
For every step a toll .
To carry on and live , the heart surely must forgive ,
Lest the cost be , a broken soul .
She is lonely and young , few songs has she sung ,
Abandoned by those that care ,
angry and hurt , smiling like a flirt
dressed in little , almost bare .
They saw her first , then challenged thier thirst,
A flash of blade .
She stood her ground , as courage was found
As death would not fade .
For their impertinence they paid , for their souls she prayed
This girl was full of fight
she cut one by one , until bloody she was done
so was it her right .
She thought as they fell , "I surely hope they like hell" ,
For they are well on the way
She sheathed the knife , that had saved her life ,
As she stepped around the fray.
Her pained heart cried out , she wanted to shout
the river of grief raged inside ,
Boiling bubbling , running wild , within this woman child
But time she would abide.
The voice she could hear , told her not to fear
her wisdom was master of all,
through the night she does roam , reciting the poem
Of spring ,winter and her beloved fall.