Call me fool, for I put you on a pedestal so high. Believed you were part of the sky, With stars for eyes, And wings that allowed you to fly. Thought you walked with Angels and talked to Gods. I'd of never believed we could be at odds. I tried to be perfect in your sight, For you, to me, were as pure as white light. Then came that fatal night, I forgot to say goodnight. By mornings dawn All we had was gone. Call me fool, for I thought you walked on high, Among the clouds in the sky, With stars for eyes and wings that could fly. That you had a heart that would never lie. How was I to know, You wanted me to say no. That perfection was so fragile It would turn your heart to nil. The hurt opened my eyes, to the why, There could never be a you and I. You'd have fallen from your pedestal on high. Your golden image broken. Who pays the price? - I While you call me fool. Will you never know it is you that is the fool? Copyright � 1975 Kenna Clayton |
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