I could not have the wisdom,
Found the reasons to learn.
But that it’s not just wise,
For the wisdom of God, has,
More than the spirit to grow.
Forgetting myself in all of my ways.

It wasn’t magic how the planets lined up,
Neither, will the boys that line up for you.
You had even see the same smiles lit up,
And you thought, sunny days came for you.

The birth mark, no fault of hers,
It only added to her, the thoughts.
Makeup diminished to cover up,
Trying a life, flawless a means.

The sound of her voice, conveying hers,

Someone had set first, that mark on the mountain,
As much, to make it back from there,
There, was it not, what, what you would call it peace.

In the pictures and in scope, of the harshness,

A sky has to be tickled by the star’s keys to harmonize,
It doesn’t need a glass to hold any part of it in solitaire.

Is anything really more than a wonder, but all to see,

I wear myself with my soul, and yet feel the earth,
To rest and leaning my hands placed here.
But it’s not the ground that would feel this bow.

The girl in the dark corner,
No light, but the beauty of her shadow,
With her frame, in the corner.

I gave you the extra key,
You took the lock.

As with my ear, to your voice,
Already listening, already willing for.

Go, they say, for the return of this love,
Everything is in everything they say,

The righteous flow of the steam in the thick woods,
And the shortcut grows a route, tracked in a light path.

How I’ve seen you, I’ve lost all the lovely words
I could of said, like the first time, the first time

I’ve seen so many that have changed, for what,
Only to set themselves apart, from all the rest.

What is real,
I mean really real?
You and I breathe,

Someone paints the imagination,
The shape of color is in thought.