Jan 2013
Why do you always know what to say
And never when to say it?
Why do you always reassure
When nothing is amiss?
Why do you always pave my way
When my path is perfect
Miles of clear pasture
But never when Iām lost in the abyss?
Why do you always warm my blood in the sun
When my skin is golden bronze
And leave me to freeze on new years eve
When the world is winter?
Why do you protect me from the kind hearts of loved ones
And never from others who wish me harm?
Shielded from the wind but not the rain I believe
That burn you ignite is bitter
And never when to say it?
Why do you always reassure
When nothing is amiss?
Why do you always pave my way
When my path is perfect
Miles of clear pasture
But never when Iām lost in the abyss?
Why do you always warm my blood in the sun
When my skin is golden bronze
And leave me to freeze on new years eve
When the world is winter?
Why do you protect me from the kind hearts of loved ones
And never from others who wish me harm?
Shielded from the wind but not the rain I believe
That burn you ignite is bitter
