There was a time when she loved me true, as if I were a king
And all I had to do was ask, and she'd do anything
Alas the change upon her fell; one dark, bright spring day
And now we are as strangers, she's nothing kind to say
I feared at first that I had erred, but nothing could I find
That I had done that would explain the state of her dark mind
And so we went on close yet distant, no touching of our souls
The aching of my heart went on, her anger was like coals
In morning light, she was merely sad, but as the day grew long
her thoughts like air unto small fire, did spur that anger on
By evening time, her fury stood, a monument to hate
Between us almost palpably, her bitterness so great
And so one morning, finally, I asked her for some reason,
Not wanting to go on like that, throughout another season.
"I know not how to say this, I have pondered it for so long,
but I no longer feel that love that used to be so strong
I feel so empty in my heart, with nothing left to give,
To you who are so good to me, I don't deserve to live,
I cry when you are gone from me, I know I am not fair
Then, seeing you with wounded soul, it is too much to bear
I know not what to do, and grow angry with myself
You have so much love to give, being wasted on the "shelf"
This anger is not for you, no it is for my life,
I wanted so to please you, to be your loving wife
A wife should love her husband with all her soul and heart
I have failed you so completely, almost from the start
How do I release you, when you do not want to go?
And how can I forgive myself, when I have hurt you so?"
So then I knew, and then I cried, for she was all I loved
My life became a dreary thing, no sunshine from above
When I thought her anger was for me, I hoped that I might cure it,
But once the truth from her lips spilled, no more could I endure it
I told her that I understood, and then I set her free,
And though she has been gone a while, a part remains with me
Some days are dark as midnight, some only slightly grey,
And every eve I think of her, and of our finest day
The day we became man and wife, my heart was filled with gladness,
Now alone, without her here, I'm filled with utter sadness
The only thing to which I cling, I keep in a big tin box
And I alone can gaze at it when I remove the locks
It is my prize posession, a sentimental fool I be,
I had to let her go, and yet, a part remains with me
When day is done, and I miss her most, before I go to bed,
I open up the big tin box, and I drop kick her head.
-Lady Cara/1994
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