Eye have a feeling that I said too much and did too little...
Eye have a feeling that I did too much and said not enough...
Eye have a feeling that a heart is never free to speak out of its abundance...
Eye have a feeling that to speak abundantly without knowing is always preferred...
Or so it seems...
Is it poetic justice or poetic freedom?
Is it ignorance or bliss?
Eye don't know...
Real love is real scary, or so they say...
How real should love be before it is acknowledged?
How unreal could love become once it is trusted?
God is love, is on the lips of those who preach, so say we all...
How come we disregard these words from the root of all life?
Eye don't know...
In God we trust, is on the side of every coin, so say we all...
How come we accept these words on the root of all evil?
Is it poetic justice or poetic freedom?
Is it ignorance or bliss?
Eye really don't know...
...
Eye have a feeling that I said it right and did the right thing...
Eye have a feeling that I did enough and said it. Period.
Eye have a feeling that a heart can only speak out of its abundance...
Eye have a feeling that to speak without heart is like not speaking at all...
Is it poetic justice or poetic freedom?
Is it ignorance or bliss?
Eye know...
Real love is real sacred, or so Eye say...
For what is reality once love is not trusted?
For what is fantasy when love is no longer accepted?
Do you know?
Is it poetic justice or poetic freedom?
Is it ignorance or bliss?
Do you really know?