What Am I Supposed to Be

What am I Supposed to Be.                              Smell my fragrance trapped deep inside, aroma is the key to uniock only your needs.                                          What am I supposed to be.........  Silhouette true form indeed, underneath lies life, true so real, not so perfect is all you see,                                                 what am I supposed to be.......                      Sweet nothings on your tongue, in your eyes devils dance, conquer be the steed you ride,                                           What am I supposed to be........                       Head held skyward, no shame not weak, strength is my beauty. Tarnish flow from your teeth, gnawing my very essence,                                                 what am I supposed to be......                        Knees bent downwards, hands clasping to beg. I resurrect my shield, shine and hone my sword, for, What am I supposed to be?                                   Your oak when elms have fallen, your pleasure no scale can measure. No song sing love like your sweet tune. The water with your bread. The heat to cool your cold. The house on your foundation. No bondage or surrenderence, everlasting inner freedom, twine our souls on the clouds of our sky,                                                For, That is what I am supposed to be.                                                     Rayne Youngwater                                        written 09/13/1986