~ My Girl ~
~ My Girl ~
Bring me the head, of Mr. Ted,
Whose furry face soaked tears you bled;
I’ll wring him out, into my cup,
Then quaff a flagonned, hearty sup,
Of fears you cried, from souls who lied,
That made you feel your world had died;
To match your hurt, and steal your pain,
I’ll cry for you those tears, again,
Though now they’ll flow, without their guilt,
Which clung to liquid drops, you built.
Now happy, saline beads appear,
There’s joy, each one, for every year,
Your life collapsed, and time elapsed,
When all you heard were jealous sneers,
For tears you cried, from deep inside,
Roll down these cheeks their streamline ride.
This living fountain, flows my daughter;
Shall drown your past with loving water,
So run into your Daddy’s arms,
I’ll dry each eye with kissing balms.