The Forest of Discontent

The Forest of Discontent

My father made me dancing shoes:
pure leather and snow white were they.
Before mirrors I preened away;
for my heart, it was filled with pride.

A maiden’s soul my heart did hide;
my kind mother’s fondness I keep,
But through the door my startled feet,
they ran; wanting more and then more.

By the waters of some strange shore
I ran, looking for a lost dream,
but my wandering heart had lust;
to a stranger I gave my trust.

He took my heart and father's gift
from my wandering, blissful feet.
Betrayal ‘s a curse for naive
girls who would smile and meet and greet.

My father, gave me dancing shoes;
snow white as the fine morning dove.
I fled the forest of discontent
for his love, oh, his love, his love.