As the blue eyed sparrow,
hides from the hawk...

Words of procrastination,
fill my heart....

Already beaten and bruised,
is what holds all the clues...

Of love always gone bad,
that always leaves me sad...

In the beginning,
the heart opens wide...

Keep ur feelings in check,
and always stay wise...

These charging emotions,
that control your heart...

Are wonderful feelings,
when love first starts,

But it's 50 / 50
that they'll depart...