lass

The dream

Beyond the river of flames
A young gall lived her life
Embraced herself in pitiful games
That only made her strife

A bed of roses I lay at her feet
Watching for a sign of distress
But only when our eyes meet
I can see she's not flawless

Her big blue eyes that make me dream
Of skies that make the heavens cry
I understand her pain within
I understand her soul will die

I leave the lass alone to stay
Being rejected in my quest
To make her mine and only mine
For her to be my dearest.