riddled road to who-knows-where

down in the dumps, it's okay.
tides will change, here comes May.
tears do flow, sweep away
all the yuck of the days
when i don't get my way.

tomorrow is nigh...
what joy will be mine
when sun meets the sky,
that sky where i fly
in my dreams every night.

today is done.
princess and sons
do slumber,
but not i.

heavy heart, fragile me
sitting by my christmas tree,
wondering what road this be...
life seems such a mystery
without my churchianity.
i've lost my false security
and found i don't know who is me.

but there she goes -
despite her woes,
she grows.
oh, the wind - it blows,
and my soul, it knows
the end of the road is somewhere.

she is me.
and she grows.
and she just doesn't know
what it's for.