- untitled 3 -

why do i try to see thee
with my heart and not my eyes
my ears they do not listen
to truth but yet to lies
why do i place thee on a pedestal
so high i cannot reach
why with you can i no longer
practice what i preach
in a maze so full of questions
i pray to find the end
the shattered image of our love
i pray is soon to mend
the wheel of fortune spins again
weaves a tale of fate
the first time it was too soon
this time perhaps too late