Beautiful Spirit
Beautiful Spirit, broken wings,
A soul that no longer desires to sing.
Tender nature, hearts defiled,
By uttered words of deceit and guile.
Held together by frayed heartstrings
Uncertain of what tomorrow brings.
Forever willing to take a chance,
For a wishful sigh or passing glance,
Beautiful spirit, yearns to heal,
To learn to cope and again to feel.
To find the light to ease the pain,
Where memories play in sweet refrain.
Surrender will come, but at a cost,
Of emotions spend, and passion lost.
When treasures locked in memories,
Are called to mind in reverie.
Beautiful spirit, still feels the pain,
in flowing tears and glassy stains.
Confusion swims in anguished eyes,
As the heart gives in to loves demise.
For understanding has yet to come,
When thoughts are scarred and the mind is numb.
And letting go is just pretend,
When moonlight dreams won’t let it end.
Beautiful spirit, filled with doubt,
That relief will come to end the drought.
That love will ever find a way,
To restore the faith now led stray.
The road is vast, the wound is deep,
Ahead the road is long and steep.
But not alone, with hands to hold,
That provide me shelter from the cold.
Beautiful spirit, the fire has died,
as embers fade in a salty tide.
Darkness looms into the coming night,
With no spark to flame the inner light.
To stand alone, and face the gloom
Beneath the stars and lonesome moon.
Where tears are shed on velvet grass,
As you pray the night to quickly pass.
