Come over, let us acquaint,
Witch a fickle creature caged in my breast.
Lord knows, why it is such a saint,
In a vile world of evil and unrest?
The winds do graze the grazing beasts,
But they incessantly pay no mind to it.
But at the sight of such noble feasts,
Does seem the happiness of this heart to be writ.
Alas, for from its mistakes won't it learn,
Even when naught can its dedication earn.
When slighted, it still refuses to crash and burn,
But instead, its other cheek to its assailant shall it turn.
Meet this fool, and at its folly do wonder,
Why it returns, only to commit the same blunder?
Maybe I am blind, this I can not see,
That the gift of being able to love is all I need.
Witch a fickle creature caged in my breast.
Lord knows, why it is such a saint,
In a vile world of evil and unrest?
The winds do graze the grazing beasts,
But they incessantly pay no mind to it.
But at the sight of such noble feasts,
Does seem the happiness of this heart to be writ.
Alas, for from its mistakes won't it learn,
Even when naught can its dedication earn.
When slighted, it still refuses to crash and burn,
But instead, its other cheek to its assailant shall it turn.
Meet this fool, and at its folly do wonder,
Why it returns, only to commit the same blunder?
Maybe I am blind, this I can not see,
That the gift of being able to love is all I need.
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