Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1967, 2020

She opened her eyes
And she looked to the skies
She tried to surmise
And she tried to advise
What she saw
Tried to draw

She opened her mind
And she left it behind
She tried to be kind
And she tried to unwind
She could bring

She lifted her head
And she saw that she bled
She soon was outspread
On her circular bed
Where she cried
Wished she died

She opened her heart
And she hoped that she'd start
She hoped it was art
As she acted the part
That she played
Quite afraid

She turned then within
And she gazed at her skin
She soon would begin
With a tear and a grin
At the pain
And the stain