July 26, 2004
But I am, still I am that silly girlMixing up the truth, bent around your world
Waking again toward that brilliant light
Bewildered at how it disapates the endless night
Still I with vanity wish for all my dreams to find the truth
To never want for more than an ever fading youth
Skipping toward the most resplendent sun
Knowing there is so much always left so undone
But I am, still I am that wonderfully hoping heart
Daring to caress the beauty that begs us to part
Forgetting all the tears, forgiving what I know we cannot do
Just clinging for one more day of what we once held in truth
Still I fondle your heart in my ever reaching hand
Seeking all the love that your impulse would demand
But I am, still I am that gravity in your world
Though I might play up to the ideals of a silly little girl
Don't you see, can not you really see
What it is, your everything, that you've done to me?