How do I get trust back?
What do I have to give?
What is it that I lack?
Are promises broken,
After they are conceived
And when they are spoken?
Have cheating hearts all hurt
So bad, that all I’m left
Are memories of dirt?
Those times that used to gleam,
Now lie torn apart as
Waking does to a dream.
How to unlearn lessons?
How do I unhear pain
Of selfish confessions?
Miners of hearts of gold
Are left with bright pyrite
Which can never be sold.
What can I get from life,
If I lose dreams and trust
And acquire love and strife?
Is this true for you, too,
That all life lives to give,
Is love from an I love you?
I am so tired you see,
But I don’t understand.
Give me a cup of tea.
I shall sit back and live,
While it lasts, I’ll forget
I can choose to forgive.