Truth be told
The old songs sound
Very, very old

Songs in moss
Are what come across
When I hear them play

Distant voices
Might bring to mind
Young love or a rainy day

But they seem covered with dust
Like silent nicknacks
On an old shelf

Or faded like pictures
Forever displayed
In halls inside of myself

don't say you don't love me
tell me you hate me instead
don't say you don't love me anymore
anything but that i beg
i don't need to hear it
to know that i fear it
we get lost in the fire sometimes
but we always clear it
if you can't tell me you love me
just say that you hate me
one might upset me
but the other will break me

When the light leads its way,
When the shine glides in a sway,
When the fireworks shows its play,
Your smile makes my day.

When the clouds gather around, and
when the sun does a merry go round,
When the darkness disappears in a turnaround,
Your laughter makes me spellbound.

When the words make you feel,
When the mind spins a wheel,
When the stories have an appeal,
You and being you is the real deal. :)