That diamond ring
Yesterday I had a dream
I was holding hands with a fairy
As if she was my wife
Filling this deadbeat soul with life
Her skin as white as the winter snow
Her eyes having a spark
Her heart full of confidence
Ready to take life for a dance
Ready to fight the unknown
Willing to take every chance
She’s like a burning sun
You come too close you burn
But maybe it is oxymoronic
Because it is only your company
That I yearn
I pray to god every night
For she’s like a flying kite
Will I ever be that lucky crow?
Who gets to fly along her side?
Won’t it be just like in dreams?
Almost poetic?
Every day I weep wondering
Will you be that diamond ring
that I get to keep?
