September 18, 2004
I remember the picture as though it swept my eyes just yesterdayThe resemblence, striking, of a love not thrown away
Kneeling to the soft and verdant ground, pleading lost notions of you
My mind failed all yeild remembering Violets Are Blue
Taken over, shaking, as I perceive this moment of me
Not even the beauty, the touch of nature can call my soul to see
Lacking the presence of time, forsaking the ideals I've sought
Ambitions weary, the knot within my throat grown taught
Quitting my failure, finding strength in what I must now do
Still, I wonder, how will I conquer over evil, when these Violets Are (so) Blue?