Her concience cried "For this you'll pay me! You know he belongs to another lady!" No! No! No!....... "Run, run, run" cried the voice inside.... "Run, run, run - but lady where will you hide? How far - before his face no longer haunts you? Before his lady's smile in your dreams no longer taunts you? Before the new moon's rising high again will you come crawling back to someone else's man?" So she took the arm of the first beautiful stranger that came along... Tried a new tune but her heart kept singing all the old songs... It said "He won't possess your dreams no matter who you fly with! He won't possess your body - no matter who you lie with! Go on - give yourself to a hundred different men - but you'll come crawling back to someone else's man again!" So the lady sailed for Europe leaving sincerity at the docks. Then spent her night in theatres drinking bourbon on the rocks in the Green Room - with an actor, who would flatter and distract her but inside she must have known he only boosted up her ego and left her feeling less alone... Soon the whole damned show became less tempting and all the bottles along all the bars stood empty. She thought about the life-style she'd been tasting and all the loving, lying words that she'd been wasting and knew she must return where she began to learn to live with her love for someone else's man.... Introduction     Back     Continue......