It’s too late.
You’re out of time.
No more stringing me along.
I am not weak.
I hear the throng as I weep.
But I know that tomorrow I’ll sleep,
Peacefully and without regret.
You see,
I’m a woman in need,
of one thing,
true love and devotion,
not arguing and commotion.
I love you still.
I always will.
I freely give back your ring.
I can see a light,
at the top of this hill.
It shines brightly and beckons me on.
I must believe in my abilities,
no shelter have I found in thee.
Oh,
I thought,
you had such possibilities.
But, no matter.
No love loss as they say.
I have weighed the situation,
therefore I’ll pray,
and thank God.
For I have found my way.
I’m free to love,
myself,
this day.
bevsangle 