What truths hidden in ackward
Sentences, that say less and more then they seem
Words, behind facades or yet more words.
What do they mean
I know the chords
They strike of forgiveness and wonder
And even if never uttered one must ponder
Upon yesterday and tomorrow
Of days of dreams and sorrow
We will never be JUST, even if that be the part we play
There will always be memory of what we used to say
But between that, and anything less. Well I'll take it any day
And ponder a past and the consequences of words we say
Hidden, like trying to wash the rain...
I Love You