Some hope out've hope torn apart.
I would point to my chest say Here it is, it looks real tough.
With full-listening ears and best intention.
They so want to know and with no comprehension.
This town, such a weary place.
Oh not that song again.
Something should be for everyone.
Do alone, be alone, do it, do it, do it again.
I won't take him there.
He asked for my days without demanding.
He gave me his laughter and his understanding.
To those who loved and loved again.
His song belongs to everyone.
I could spend all my days with that man, see what grows.
And all of his smiles, as if that's what it's all about.
But I guess it's hard to keep such joy in your dreams.
Or maybe it was just me. Anyway, his smiles just ran out.
He frowns and he says it's not my business.
He stares at his hands with no forgiveness.
He wonders what can mirrors say.
This world was made for everyone.