She turned and left I stood there
letting her rip the heart from my soul
her hair tossing in the wind.
I know I could not stop her
for it was I that told her to go.
Was I not man enough to say stop
Was I man enough to let her go.
I tried to make myself hate her.
Hate her? Can I hate myself?
Can I hate the air I breathe,
the sun that warms me,
or the cool night breeze?
Copyright ©2002 Ellis William Moore