Memories upon the wind
pass me by as I gaze
I long for just a glimpse
as I try to forget yesterday
Honesty and truth
held back from me
avoidance is sleuth
and all that I can see
Many that think love
is something to pursue
But if love is meant
it will one day come through
Its light shines not upon my face
assuming its hidden behind trees
but as the wind blows and the trees sway
there is nothing for me to see
My love is mountanous of great strength and heart
for one to understand body and soul apart
For love this great is not of ownership and control
it is anothers happiness which means to let go
In this world of misunderstandings and those of egotistical minds
None will ever understand this sacrificing love of mine
and so in reminder of those with egotistical pride
My head held high, I walk on by, as if I never cried
Farout accusations of what I was thought to be
You must pull your head out of your ass to see the real me
