Literature
Red Cavalier
So much beauty was held in that one
Red Cavalier
In it I could see
A lost soul, searching for itself
A child, afraid of what It's mother would say
A red-hot lover, afraid to be loved
A strong mind, afraid of change
A good heart, guilty of little
A captivating man imprisoned within it's walls
I can still see that stunning Cavalier
When I pass by on Main
When I laugh with my friends
When I feel alone or depressed
I can still hear that red Cavalier at my door
When in hurt
When I succeed
I can still see it
In the caps I wear
In the cars that pass
In the supplies I use
I can still feel that red Cavalier
On the rooftops
Comforting me
Cheering me o