Its my forte... my salvation

Just worn and torn...

 yes, I am all alone ...

Its my forte...  my salvation   

As the time unfolds,

the wind goes  cold .....

I just sit and hold ,

the agonies untold ...

and say ..

Its my forte...  my expression  ....

As the path unwinds,

of the lovely times ...

my  memory reminds ,

of the blues and shines ..  

and say ... 

Its my forte...  my obsession  ....