So Many Lies
What's to be done when we are oneSo many secrets, so many lies,So many times we hid from their eyes. Something about you, elegant grace,Drew me to try to light up your face. When will you seek me, when will you come.When may we speak up, stop playing mum. Watching the finches, flutter and feedOutside my window, filling their need. Think of tomorrow, what it may bring,Winter's upon us, far from our spring. Just for a moment singing inside,Thinking I'm wi...