To the Goddess I sing,
Of the one I will not let
Haunght me any more...

Her Tears,
my black heart did melt.
Her Fears,
within my Soul was felt.
Her cares;
Her lies;
No Goodbyes...
My Shame.
Her fame.
The Blood
she was washed in
left me raped and alone,
and filled with hate.
My teras
a flood.
Now, the Moon
a crone.
Better than my past I am...
No longer alone, soon...
Release her hold I must.
Again, I will trust...
Free I ride...
The Blues I will Jam...
Strings will be again be bent...
Happy songs sung...
To the next Spiritual wrung...
Growing even as I write...
Life does not bite.
From the brokem Heart Jail
I have been sprung...
Free...
I be...