
And then he said he wouldn’t care. A sinner he was who married a million times, said he wouldn’t want to be trapped in ways I did. I narrated my dream but he refused.
Couldn’t have hated him more over what he said. Think over again and again I plead. Don’t go I said, give me a chance to prove, that maybe life could be colored in a way I could. But the warrior so gallant that he was, shrugged me off like human dust.
Said he had treaded too far to ever return.
