When we first meet all was fine, happy, right as rain you could say.
But then we picked the flowers and placed them in a vase. That's when things changed,
the flowers started to wilt.
Funny, sad, not sure how to describe it. How a piece of paper
can change the feelings and way we act towards each other.
We should have left the flowers growing in the garden,
carefree, wild and spontaneous.
As for now I will be content on calmly going my own way. Live and learn they say.
Fresh pasture, blue sky and gentle breezes surly must be out there somewhere for me.
I know you on the other hand will only be content with scorched earth, total nuclear destruction.
No one wins.
But must we die before we can live again?.
A phoenix rising out of the flames?.
I don't know, but I fear your wings will be spread open in hell.
And I pray mine will unfurl in heaven.
As always I will pray for you, and we will both get through this.