“sierro's Song” Poem by Stefan Hanson

If words were keys, to the soul's door
I would rather go deaf, than let you in
You came to me, in the night time
I pray you better, than you did I

Yet you persist, to carry on
This silly song, of love you sing
If your songs were, ambassadors to the heart
I would send them home, and board my heart

It is better to lay frozen
In the waist of my decision
Than to suffer your foolish games
In the way of my golden day

That came and passed like summer's day
When I was whipped, wronged, and wistful
For loving you, did this happen
I shall move on to find my place

You're a traitor but I forgive
So when the lights blind you at night
And the sun blinds you in the day
I will guide you to the safety



'Cause now you have a child daughter
Of which I don't hold the honor
That is the curse you have brought me
That is why I cannot move on

So In my days I waste away
To lay in mourn of my journey
So that when the young men from town
Come for counsel in all good things

I will not warn them of love's harm
But seek to guide them to true love
That is my role, my privilege
I loved and lost, I am not bitter