I awoke today,
to a new day,
the first day,
of the rest of my life.
What once was,
No longer is.
What once was good,
Should I suffer torture I would rather take the pain
Than say the words that take away your smile;
Silent in devotion, feel my blood flow down the drain,
Stagger to my feet to see you one more time again,
as you fell asleep in my arms...
I couldn't help but think just how lucky a man I am.
The smell of your hair as you nestled your head on my arm,
My love is a Siren from Winona,
Possessing great beauty and a most intoxicating aroma,
With a tongue lashing from me,
Excited she'll be,