Maybe you're not supposed to be a sad tale
That swims in deep seethed pain
Maybe your path and his weren't supposed to cross
And those heavy blows you endured weren't your portion
Maybe Beatrice wasn't supposed to be a victim!
Victim of the money woman syndrome
Tied down to that 90 year old Pa!
Maybe you're supposed to be the muse in his poetry
Or the soothing sweetness that bears the aroma of warmth
Maybe you're supposed to be the brightest star in the sky
That'll give room for a long lost smile.
"Maybe you're just a collection of maybes that'll soon become certain! "
