Surrender

Her beauty was a wilted flower, trampled and forgotten

Only a wisp of her beauty left. Beaten broken crumbling

The men they stole it from her but love her I did.

Maybe it had something to do with my fascination of tragedy.

I see her ever so often on the street, my heart bleeds

Paying the price seems so cheap. Why can't she belong to me?

What do I have to pay to keep her forever in my arms?

What do I have to pay to restore that old vitality?

Trampled, broken a shell of who she was.

I never had the nerve to ask

My feeling they were a mask

Surrender, I need her to surrender

Love her in all her faded glory

I'd tell her but I can't help but fear

She'd shoot the messenger.

Why can't this flower belong to me?