I used to be beautiful
Although I never thought of myself that way
I was tall and slender
With flawless skin and long dark hair
Born with a strong heart that murmurs
And no visible scars
About my fulfilling future life
But I often strayed from my intended path
Following every rocky road
Hoping to reach success
Only to stumble and fall
And crawl towards every detour
Then I was a writer and an artist
I was in love seven times
One is still my friend
Two have passed away
The last one is now my husband
I do not think too much about the others
Not as tall, with short rainbow hair
Now my skin is scarred, my strong heart still murmurs
If I listen, what will I learn?
How to be truly happy...
How to heal my scars...
How to make the most of my life
Until it's time to move on
To become part of the earth and moss
And hope the trees and stones will remember
How deeply I loved it all and how much I will miss this place