Miss Vintage Thirty Years
An awkward tension greets me
From a life I lead everyday
When I'm no mother desiccates me
I get my vest anyway
Three decades later finds me
Back where I started from
Staring at the familiar dust
Tread carefully with love
Number my days because I climb with aching hands
Towards the heavens just to find it was here to begin with
My ambitions and my fears
My lovers and amnesias
My hopes attached to the ground
I built kingdoms with my hands
And I crushed souls with my words
But my heart beats to love
Give me grace
God forbid
Please don't take this grace away
Number my days because I climb with aching hands
Towards the heavens just to find it was here to begin with
I'll climb to the heavens
And I'll find it was here to begin with
