Faces

I am a simple Soul I do not ask for much Been good to others,have a mothers touch Honest and kind is now so hard to find yet wherever i go they follow they make me sad,feel sorrow feel bad I made those mistakes they refuse go away Maybe illl be-able to forget someday Why do i deserve this cruel mental torture surely i have been hurt enough in the past? All i ask is to be happy I don't want money or material things Just a genuine smile and some wind beneath my wings Yet at every corner i turn i see a face That takes me back to a awful place Please let me breath now i am tired and old want my last years of life with a happy story to be told. no more tears no more ghosts All i want is loving cuddles,that is what i need the most. Stephanie Davies.