Not a Tear

Not holding back a thing like the telephone, it does not ring. I lost the song the notes floated away. Been dreaming way to long so goes the lover's broken song. Lost the key and the door is locked. it will come as a shock I know. But this desert rose is dry and tired she’s moving on now. No holding me back now I am moving along . not sure, what took me so long to decide what is best for me. Perhaps it was the misspelled title of those hidden longed for dreams and the spell when I fell for you so long ago. The door is locked the rain is pouring outside. I forgot the phone just let it ring. Did not look back I went straight ahead to the dry desert. Going to rescue that rose before it is too late. Going to beat fate at its own game make it bow in shame taking her back where she belongs being herself once more. No tear... not even one tear...