The sun has risen, tis another day,
it should be a special one, in every way,
for tis on this morn, I was born,
then, why has it left me feeling so torn?
Celebrate life, we say to one another,
live each day, like there'll be no other,
so fill my cup with the sweetest wine,
and help me feel more than divine.
As the bubbly comes to a halt,
I shall feel light and so very tart,
heaven will gleam from up above,
grant me peace, let me flee like a dove.
I choose not to celebrate life,
tis not worth holding on to such a strife,
no one do I wish to feel liable,
for choosing hell's fury to be reliable.
Tis not my intention to put a blame,
to such a past placed in the fury flame,
for a half a century, I've been abused
by thieves who've never been accused.
Being honest has brought me no delight,
only for others to wander in my fright,
I've never wished anyone any harm,
that is why I'll remain my own alarm.
If only I could, I would take any pain away,
place it on my shoulder, carry it so far away,
where no one can can add more affliction
to their life's scrumptious additcion.
Scarlett
"The Real Me"
15th October 2006
