Im spreadin' myself out here,
Looking as though i'm learning to fly.
Going down deep and thinking:
Hard and easy,trying to balance.
The thoughts in my head,
Tossing me in a state of numb satisfaction.
Love,as it seems to me,is emotional torture.
Maybe it ain't love at all.
If it is,why am i falling from grace.
Love is trust and trust is the soul of love.
So they say,
And if it is love,why am i crying a fountain,
And drowning myself in me
My mother's hands rocked my cradle,
The almightys' hands rocked my universe,
And you,a newcomer in my life..
Rocked the beat and rhythm of my heart.
Forgiveness is what i plead though not deserving,
Of letting you hold my heart not of your own accord.
