She says I don't know how the world works
that it isn't all about believing little sparks
she says I don't know what it means to hurt
how difficult it is when love ends,harder than to start
getting detached, uprooting all the passion
is work that could necessitate a mason or ******* a person
she tells me the worst part of it is one wants
the world to understand but all one
may receive are boos and chants
she says loneliness is a road she's trodden
and company an untrustworthy horse she's ridden
that she prefers to be alone than to risk her shards
she knows better to savour silence than trusting words
she says had I arrived a little bit earlier in her life
she could have considered ,had I come before her strife
she says she crumbled enough times before
so doubting is something she can't be sorry for
people are like the tides, she says they call for doubt
for moments come, tides wash in and tides wash out
she says she's tired of being rolled about
she's ensuring she makes decisions that count
no more taking chances or making choices in haste
she says she no longer has a tear to waste
she is in my arms speaking right above my beat
and I am tranquillised as I listen to her bit by bit
wondering if I can have her dark life lit
Despair is deep, could I pull her out that pit
can I change the cacophony in her mind into a euphony
can I synthesise the strings in her heart to make a symphony?
she says every music in her life quickly fades away
that its harmony only lasts hours if a day
they all appear with promise to last a century
but as soon as their feet step her temple, her sanctuary
the build dies from the beat instrument at a time
trombone, trumpet infesting its rhythm and rhyme
she says the world has been a repleted void
that has cost her so much she couldn't avoid
so I choose to listen to her silence not her clamour
and guess what she's saying all along,
once more someone has broken past her armour
and she wants to give it one last shot
What she isn't saying is she's tired of safe,the sure thing boat
she wants to set sail out once again in the stormy sea
maybe going past the storms is the adventure,the view to see
maybe this could be the arrow that hits the mark
her concern is she wants to try out her luck
because she's holding me tight and it feels right
may be this is the dawn that lasts on and on
what she isn't saying is she wants to be my own
cause if she doesn't try she may never find
I grab her firmer on reading her mind
because only I knows how long I've waited
for someone to dance with the never ending song
that's what true love is,I see it in her eyes
that she and I have found a beat that never dies