Chosen One

She walked down the aisle

with all eyes on her

And she glowed

Someone chose her above all other

women they had known

I can only wonder what it must be like to be

So perfect in a lover's eyes

The only one they see

Well, it's never been me

The Chosen One

It's never been me

If ever I see

A Chosen One

I feel ugly

I have never had a symbol

a vow or declaration

Instead I seem to inspire

practical consideration

It's difficult to say just what it is I think I've

missed

It's only One Day in a white dress

with a guest list

But, it's never been me

The Chosen One

It's never been me

If ever I see

A Chosen One

I feel ugly

It's in every picture,

His eyes intently fixed on her, and

It plays on my need to be anything

To anyone

Everybody sees me, as a solitary entity

But I long to be important

to somebody

It's a love of fairy tales that

Drives this guilty wish

To walk serenely in front of family

to collect my kiss

And though this notion is as flawed as any I have

learned

I'd like to think that, like the others, it's something

I deserve

But, it's never been me

the Chosen One

It's never been me

Whenever ever I see

A Chosen One

I feel ugly

If ever I be

The Chosen One

If Ever I be

The Summer breeze is inconstant, I'm ever so lonely

Will ever I be

A Chosen One

Will ever I be?