Silver Lady
I was a teenager and woke up one night, and a lady was standing over me while I slept. It really got to me. I convinced myself it was just a dream, but it stuck with me for so long, always thinking about that "silver lady" I saw. That's how she looked like to me, and this is just a folk-style song I wrote about what I imagine the "silver lady" to be.
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Silver lady, she's in my memory
I seen her first when I was young
Along a shore of a raging river
Standing in the rush and praying toward the sun
Silver lady, came to my bedside
When Death was knockin' upon the door
She kissed my cheek, sat down beside me
And now he don't come around back here no more
Silver lady, she's dressed for springtime
In a wispy gown you can see right through
Could be a ghost, could be an angel
Or could be 'bout anyone if she comes to you
Silver lady, her voice is ancient
It's her cries that bring the rain
A solemn spell cast o'er the ages
She lives forever while soaking up the pain
Silver lady, her eyes are hollow
Her lips are rigid, and her skin is stone
She's made for hurtin', she's made for fallin'
She's made for dreamin', and made to be alone
Silver lady, she don't feel sorrow
For her that sadness just blends with time
For what's a smile, if not for frowning
The mother of all ether, she's not yours or mine
© Brian Hendrix 2021