Simple Dreams

1992




I didn't have a childhood
That good children have.
I found my joys in singing and playing
But there was a darkness over me...
Seeking me...
Wanting inside.

I didn't grow up believing in my dreams
My dreams would not be
The contradictions burned too hot
The hurt cut too close
I could not be pure again.

I didn't blossom fully when I grew
Prepared for a future
Or finding my place among others...
My place was taken into the darkness...
My shine was dulled by truth itself...
It could never shine.

I became a woman by myself
There was no husband to shield me...
No warmth to keep my faith...
I found myself... alone...
Sitting at my own fire
Darning other people's lives.




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