Dear Pretty Maids all in a row,
Don’t try to cheer me up,
and try to change my mind,
I will not have the answers,
till I can understand
how love can be so blind.
It can not see what was had,
until all hope is long gone,
and the foot prints left
in the snow do melt,
never to be retraced.
Please let me take my time
to heal,
before you entertain such thought,
for my heart would not be in it,
as it is still in a place so far away,
and I may not get it back,
forever and a day.
Just smile and say hello,
and if I’m ever ready,
you will know,
but for now,
you just better
pitch a tent.
