Monday, April 12, 2010

Simple

Simple, You said I was simple.
Born to guide those who are simple.
But now, my spirit's weak.
What ought I do, in this world that's too complicated for this simple soul?

Pain, I knew I was in pain.
Now lost, now confused.
Who ought I turn to,
When you seem so far, so beyond my reach?

I'm looking for love.
I searching, as if you're not enough.
I don't know.
Where to run, where to go.

I don't want to run.
But I'm afraid to be still.
I don't want to run.
But I have to.
I have to.

I don't know how to believe in love no more.

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