Convinced of my deception,
I've always been a fool.
I fear this love reaction,
Just like you said I would.
But a rose could never lie,
About the love it brings.
And I could never promise,
To be any of those things.
If I was not so weak...
If I was not so cold...
If I was not so scared of being broken, growing old...
I would be...
I would be...
I would be...
Blessed are the shallow,
Depth they'll never find.
Seemed to be some comfort,
In rooms I try to hide.
Exposed beyond the shadows,
Take the cup from me.
Dirt removes my blindness,
And pain becomes my peace.
If I was not so weak...
If I was not so cold...
If I was not so scared of being broken, growing old...
I would be...
I would be...
I would be...
Frail.
(For the person who holds my morning conversations)
("Frail" by Jars of Clay)
1 comment:
that's great. I've never heard that song before. Which album is it? Jars of Clay rock!
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