They wanted to film my agonies
thinking there won't be a cost,
for all that I had lost.
Oh, how they're so wrong,
because my story is long,
And time has moved on -
like an old sad song.
Oh, how they love to see me in the rain
feeling all that pain-
holding in my hands an empty script
flowing with a downpour of cries.
Oh, how they loved to see the tears
that brought on those darken years,
with the sound of my voice touching their ears,
where all these emotional pains made the fame
of my poetic name.
- Judy Emery © 1998
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
