What the hell I'm seeing all this
A slide shows of your torn clothes
Your sadness
That I saw inside my dark screen
When I so much wanted you all
To be warm and happy
O! sun of my soul
I admit I had turned my head many times
Away, away from where I stood
In the past,naive I was
And tender my young eyes
Which may have made you think
That I did not value your adoring look
That I was numb to your feelings
Please know that
I was only growing up
I was only feeling
The way I was feeling
Wrong place and wrong time
Wrong wind that blew off key
I would,If I could play with this beast
O sun of my soul!
To spread my loving wings
I pulled my sleeping horse
For the journey thru hills of thorns





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