The Courtesy
She was traveling for favors as but a courtesy. Once settled in for setting sun and forgotten family tree, Long ago was that and now she moves to me.
Happening with a little child lost in reverie, Emotions found and fear abound, she fought protectively. Now traveling for favors and but a courtesy.
Little does she know this penance is for thee, A lost remark, a frozen spark, a broken dream Long ago was that and now she moves to me.
Living in a lighthouse, observing this liturgy Paging down in little towns an ear she lent to thee Now traveling for favors and but a courtesy.
Heavy as she toils, a child to feed, to keep Damage and impairment was naught but compulsory. Long ago was that and now she moves to me.
Once upon a winter, a girl had came to be, A chrysalis was lost right along the family tree, Long ago were the times where there was a me, Now traveling for favors and but a courtesy.
