The Steamy Desert
She walks alone in the darkness
Her smile as bright as day
I wonder if I spoke to her
Would she hear the words I say
I know too well what makes her smile
A love she feels is her own
What would she think if I told her
If his cover was finally blown?
She looks so happy on this night
But Iíve rehearsed my ever word
Should I share my secret
Will she find my words absurd?
Her man who makes her world complete
He spends his time loving her right
He send her flowers and sweet love poems
When he is out of her sight
But her man belongs to another
And shouldnít be with this young child
If his wife knew of the secret
It would drive her wild
Should I interfere, spill the truth?
Will it make a difference in the end?
Or shall I just walk past her
And once again pretend?
That I didnít see my father
Meeting her for a romance
And envisioned the heart of my mother
Broken without a chance
Iíve followed them both quite often
Iím sure she doesnít know
Where it is he returns to
When he tells her he has to go
She must be close to my age
An adult but still so naÔve
And I wonder what kind of stories
He is making her believe
She walks past me and smiles a bit brighter
In the evening Iíve let go by
I cannot find the words to say
No matter how I try
Caught in a battle of right and wrong
Where no one will come out ahead
I let her pass by once more
Without a word being said.
For sometimes when the Darkness falls, we must surrender, take what is ours, and give what we can, and always remember love is somewhere waiting...