The Old Indian Giver

Travelling down the rocky path Adjacent to the river I come upon a beautiful soul The Old Indian Giver. The sorrow swells within my chest And drains my very being, The empathetic old Indian Giver Turns away without saying a thing. My life was graced one winters day With the warmest smile I’d seen, Keeping me afloat throughout my life More calm that I’d ever been. We married and loved, for years on end, Until one tragic day, When my entire life came crashing down Turning my life to gray. I realize the old Indian Giver Was just doing his job, But I don’t think he realizes My soul he also did rob.