Life consisted of an ominous pretense,
Left alone with the cacophony of my silent...
What happens,
When your grief is huge...
I was sitting on my front porch swinging,
Not doing much, but a little thinking...
Laying within our tee pees, feeling full of dread,
My sister and I remember the words the Chieftain...
It's a lonely night,
Staring into a starless black...
A piece of me is dead,
In a rotten, swamp-like abyss...
Think not harsh thoughts,
And a gnashing of the teeth...
I'll be there for you,
To hold you tight...
1st Verse: It was only one night of magic,
With the woman of auburn curls...
I know every day can't be perfect,
But I wish it could be so...
I made a mistake, a dire wrong,
One night of stupidity, and you are forever gone...
It's a human condition,
A ritual rite...