Before I lay down to sleep,
On my kneels I weep
praying for my days as a spinster to come to an end
What happened to my hay days
counting from my 25th birthday
when all the guys were competing for my attention
Like a flower that blossoms during the day
and withers at night
I lost out
Here I am
35 today
Single and desperately searching
For the man I will call my own
For the one who will love and cherish me as I am
