Living out savage days,
We find our path and discuss our ways,
People leave and pass me by,
And always I think of one.
Blessed with beauty,
Such as I had not,
You interest me beyond comprehension,
Staining the scent of my skin.
I bend my knee to just one,
Pledged myself in days I can’t remember,
For her grace I am anything,
Thoughts of her…I feel like nothing.