Rust - Must

Before that tender touch

Makes my joints rust

Adored soul please know

That I have to break the mould

I have to go alone

Inside to outside

To rise above

Rise above

Into

Finding love

Thumb out heading north

And sometimes I don’t know

Just why this path I chose

But I’m compelled I need

To have myself to hold

To let that man unfold

And habit is darkening me

How sweet be this tragedy

Indulging morbid flow

And refuting all I know

It’s easy to be weak

But in the end the curse

Is to forsake tomorrow’s riches

You know Scarlet O’Hara?