The New

A Poem by Mason Rayburn

Dreary rags from former days
Watch them all fade away
The white returns
Your filth is gone
Your heart is filled
With a brand new song
The joy returns
As does the bliss
Your lover's greeting
A soft, gentle kiss
The world's anew
With joy abound
Watch it all
Come full circle round
You've never felt
This way before
There's no telling
What's in store
A brand new excitement
Fills your days
You've been lifted from
Your former daze
Your happiness radiates
To everyone around
Listen for
That gentle sound
A familiar voice
Is calling you
It's that sweet, little angel
That precious jewel
Never let her go again
She endured the heartache
Now, no more pain