August In August she was born A lady of summer She wore the breeze and spoke the song of the morning air In August she was loved By someone other than her mother She no longer carried around her swan In August she loved him And he may of loved her back She wore her song of love like a trophy In August she was lost By none other than her Father She gave him up for a temporary fix The love she wore like a trophy In August he no longer loved her But she no longer had her swan Her mother still loved In August she was re-born