Tragedy To Triumph

Those same boots of lead
creaked upon my barren soul,
I've built a Prairie with a clover,
twice my life has closed.

But through this long storm,
a rainbow rose up high,
my cocoon tightened,
I stretched my wings to the sky.

Bred amongst the mountains,
I may never understand
of this island soul to sea,
but Emily took my hand.

Looking back on old times,
I did my solemn best,
but softly sinks my trembling sun
in human nature's west.

Just as I am nobody,
she was nobody too,
how dreary to be somebody
that lives with so much blue.

But hope sings the tune of
feathers perching in my soul,
the sweetest gale is heard,
legions have lost their control.