The Fay

Don’t call me a saint,

Cause I ain’t one.

Don’t call me a fay,

Cause I ain’t one.

Lost in the fields of dismay,

Last night I drowned in the ground.

Don’t  look for my bright eyes to see

Cause you won’t find even a trace

Of the light that once you believed

was a miracle painted with grace.

I know,

Sometimes in the dark

You’ll lie down and shiver with pain

Lost in a chaos of memories,

Soaked  with  tears and rain.

But, remember ,that after the nightmares

Comes a daydream filled with a flame,

Which burns down the dark of the yesterdays,

and love is all that remains.