Speak of love in the world where it has belonged for years, Since the dawn of the sun, In its waves of birthed glory unto the world, Speak of love in all it has been and will be.
For I know of love as a grasshopper may, I am merely a follower in its almighty merely a follower in its glory and I am in its pain.
What do I tell About the blue deep inside me Deep Inside Me Outside I smile But inside I'm indigo But few know Few can know I can't take their pitchforks I can't be ostracized At least not tonight I can't tell you You'll find me a fool I can't tell them They won't comprehend I can't tell them He'll abandon my sins I can't tell her She'll see me and swerve So... ...Who do I tell?...
When you have something eating you up inside and need to tell someone, but nobody will believe you, what do you do?
