Tired

I'm tired of being lonely
I'm tired of being used
I'm tired of this life
When it comes down to only you.

Gifted I may be
Many beautiful visions I have seen
Been touched by the deepest of love
And, when I give it...to simply say
"I love you..."
I receive the bitter pain.

I have to ask to be taken care of
I work so hard so I don't have to say
"will you do this for me?"

He complains of paying my bills
I'm his wife, and I made my sacrifice
Raising our children...making a home
Why do I have to ask, why am I alone?

I simply want a flower, coffee & pecan pie
I'm sore and tired, hours and days of cleaning and paint
A giving massage would be nice, how horrid of me
Drowning in tears, appearing to complain.

One more time, one more baby
I don't want to be the little girl
I long for another, to share my world.

Wandering with the dead
The only ones who will speak to me
So close to understanding their messages
For now I guess I have come to be
Nothing more than the old soul of southern lady.