Irene's Treasure - Echoes of My Heart

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.ЗДЏ` Lost In Time .ЗДЏ`

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She walks alone lost in times gone by
Barely clad through the blackest sky

Her guant face smeared with bright red rouge
Attempting to hide a few old bruise

Deep into middle age with silver hair
No longer young no-one cares

She is the lady that time forgot
Mind trapped in her world with eyes blood shot

Drifting through her darken house
Creeping around like a tiny mouse

Standing all alone at her window bay
Praying that night would turn into day

She walks aimlessly throught the streets
Crying out for her lover in cold bare feet

Never rests in sleep throughout the night
Always in wait for him to calm her fright

Folks say her suitcases are packed for his return
He promised to wed her as she caused love to burn

But the scoundrel broke her heart to scurry away
Dressed in white so pretty on her wedding day

So she retreated behind a mental block
To soften the blow from his betrayal's shock

And now she spends her lonely days
Preparing for the swine to return her way

Not caring if it's in the past she lives
But giving life all she can ever give
copyrightЉ2006Irene

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       Note:
In my country there is a lady who
is lost in her own world. She walks, talking
to herself as she wanders the city streets alone.
Remembering all women suffering from mental break
downs from the betrayals of loved ones.
    God help those poor souls!

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