Guinevere
She had her hair done up, a chestnut shade
As the sun illuminated her face
She was lost in a book, I am afraid
Perhaps she was in some mythical place
She had her hair done up, a chestnut shade
As the sun illuminated her face
She was lost in a book, I am afraid
Perhaps she was in some mythical place
The tide dwindled as it returned to sea
Baring the shores when the water ran dry
Just like my crushed heart when you walked away
Left with nothing, not even tears to cry
I was needing her wisdom once again
I was missing the talks we used to share
I was hoping her counsel could ease the pain
But silence answered, leaving only air
Oh, beautiful flower in the meadow
Your fragrance is so intoxicating
It lingers for a while like an echo
An aroma so pure and alluring
I was staring at the empty white wall
Thinking of the emptiness of my life
And it was beginning to take its toll
And creating tense emotional strife