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| Smoke and Mirrors Please don't be confused by my smoke and mirrors Have you not seen me hold Parker, the baby child? Have you not seen the love I give freely to your boy and mine? Granted, Sometimes outward appearances of smoke and mirrors, give a a perception of stone cold Born under the sign of the twins, seems ones that have known me for twenty eight years, still don't know me you should know better, yet you don't know me. Defense mechanisms of a survivor in the real world show my ruthless side I cannot deny, But it is you, that has witnessed my touch, that should know the real I I'll just watch the world go by alone build the wall around my heart a little higher if I survive this greatest pain I've ever known I'll think about what might have been how I wanted more children what's left of this lifes tree wanted it to bear fruit taste the nectar of sweet happiness this the truth I wanted you to see feeling wronged don't make you right Instead, build the wall higher make no mistake love shall not happen again Seems a waste to me, for loves wake, leaves a powerful past Misunderstood ruins, must be part of God's masterplan And I'll do the best I can to see the end at the last, As this too shall pass... Copyright � -2001 Dennis Hicks All Rights Reserved by Author |
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