The More I Look

The more I look, the more I see,
The truth that lay ahead of me,
The love that blinds us everyday,
And seems to lead our lives astray.

Why must I let this ruin my life,
To be a happy loving wife.
If I could look ahead and see,
That false love will never set me free.

He'd look into my eyes so still,
And hold me tenderly with care,
He'd hypnotize me with his words,
He'd install in me a love of fear.

I cannot live this way I know,
My heart would break, I'd cry real tears.
For I need arms that's opened wide,
To love and cherish me through the years.

Why can't we see past those words so coy,
Those very words that cause us to cry.
The words that haunt us in the night,
And blind us in the days so bright.
That cause us to be still in the night