While the sun shines much too harsh today
As I wallow alone in this secluded room
The dying rose holds luscious perfume at bay
For there’s to be no joy in this present gloom
As I wallow alone in this secluded room
I ponder ‘what ifs’ had I not ran, but stayed
For there’s to be no joy in this present gloom
Did your fate have its way in my life charade?
I ponder ‘what ifs’ had I not ran, but stayed
How different would my scarred life now be?
Did your fate have its way in my life charade
Or by the hand of God, was my soul set free?
How different would my scarred life now be
if the dying rose held luscious perfume at bay
By the hand of God my soul was set free
and still the sun shines much too harsh today
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
I blog at : https://charmedchaos.com
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