Dirt, Ashes And Dust

I have been used and I have been hurt I've been stepped on and treated worse than dirt, I have been a prey and treated unfairly Many times punched in my stomach squarely. I have been trampled on and also used Twisted and turned about and around and confused, Of course many times I was done very wrong So, I never found a happy ending to my song. I can't count the times that I stood on the ashes While staring and tormented by her lovely eyelashes, And the pain upon which I alone did toil While still standing on the hurt on the same soil. She told me to trust her as I stood on the ground But, then later in the dirt my face was always found, What she did to me I now believe it was a must, Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust. Randy L. McClave