To be just happy
Living on my own
I have been someone
Partner way to long.
First my husband
And. That was ok
I grew depended on him
And again that was ok
I was his wife
But I seem to disappear
In my own life.
Then after my husband death
I moved in with mom and dad
Again not living on my own
I grew depended on them
And they did me
As they both got much
More ill you see.
Sadly mama passed
Now it been 3 more years since
I still not lived on my own
I now live with my sister
When I use to live in Pa.
I missed her
But now it seem somethings
I get to much of her
And her me.
We should not be living
Together you see.
I still not living alone
On my own.
It would be grand it would
Be wise.
If money aloud to finally
Have my own place
To sit looking out my own
Window at different things outside.
Perhaps I am not thinking clear
Maybe I would be lonely living alone
while rolling
Down my cheek a tear.
For being independent
Is a fear.
Shoot the cannons don’t you feel!
See the blood, makes the grass grow
Battle field kings no time to heal
Tear limps and lives from our foes
Sickles in the hands of trolls
Farmlands of ploughs and blades
Monster’s coming so we run
Memories of heroes and parades
Fade as some lose a son
A father, husband, death has one
Their troll is loud and vicious
Seeking vengeance from death’s toll
Scattered in black holes with malicious
Waiting under the knoll
The plough no man controls
The land gave the fruit, then was pressed
Where men crawled and cried
Some lived but lost soul’s breath
Some teared for their wives
With thoughts of future lives
I made it home, sit and wonder
What was it all for
Why emotions stayed in slumber
Why I miss war
Chained to this yore
So my dreams come at night
The farmer and his tools
Taking cover, with some sprite
Yet the farmer and his ghouls
Pull the plough with his bulls
As I run from the troll and his sickle
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