She foretold of a future in danger
A resurrection would take place
Someone would rise from the ashes
To attempt at a whole new face.
This one would cry in agony
When someone would admit defeat
Lost are those in danger
When they don’t know when to retreat.
She foretold of a love that would pass
He’d get lost along the way
“He is much like a little child” she said
“Always wanting to go out and play.”
She foretold of a dangerous intervention
Where tears would come at a cost
The drunkard was me and the crime was my seed
But I had forgotten to count the cost.
She foretold of my dance in a fire
With ashes all over my feet
I’d lose everything at once to one
But I would never admit defeat.
She told me I had too much passion
Men would find it a bit of a threat
I think if a man cannot be filled with it
He isn’t ready for grown women, quite yet.