You wear the gown of plenty
it accentuates you well
Indeed it mirrors your inner soul
of that can you not tell
Come disrobe and bare your love
and rid yourself of schemes

Oh my mama, why did you have to go
My desolate heart and I are now as one
And in the silence of my night my tears endlessly flow
What good the thorn now the rose has gone

I sit in introspection in the fullness of my time,
in contemplation of all that I can see
My thoughts encompass love and loss, given me as mine
and why that it should be that I am me.

Be not concerned with this my last adieu
For I have no wish my dear to see you cry
But I am low in spirit without you
With need to soar once more in clear blue sky

Hail Mary full of grace,
no limitation on your face,
of understanding and warm empathy.
When you and I wore smaller shoes,
we would of this life oft’ peruse

I fell into those liquid pools of lies
I fell as flake of snow to fiery hell
Falling headlong to my hearts demise,
for her, I would my very soul to sell.

Seeking love elusive to all men,