My Swan.

The first time I laid eyes on you I knew….
That my lovers time was up no more gone
But you thought that I didn’t have a clue
All our lives she called me her swan

Now as the grass grows and the sun Fades
I sit in my chair all alone waiting, waiting
For something better to become of my days
I miss you, but no one cares hating, hating
Life without you so boring and cold
I must do something, it makes me cry
I get up high looking big and bold
And I fly…….

Now as the grass grows and the sun fades
And I sit in my chair with you on my lap,
Happy as to what has become of my days
I think hard back, back
To the days when I was alone but all is well
As I am now with you