A Second Opinion - Pale Forest

Her eyes were red, here dress was torn

the wind blew on the hilltop

She raised her head an wached with scorn

the sky and felt her heart stop

For though it was a pretty sight

and should have brought her glee

She cursed the sky of all her might

and all because of me As she launched herself into mid air

she must have seen below

My fingers through your golden hair

and granted us true love

She stood beside my bed last night

Her slender hand upon my chest

The tears had washed all anger from her sight

her heart had found its final rest

She gently gazed with eyes so bright

into my spirit’s nest

to tell me no one lost the fight

though we both tried our best

As she launched herself into mid air

she must have seen below

My fingers through your golden hair

and granted us true love