When you thought I wasn't looking.Indeed I was.
All those times with silver roses in my hair.
Each one a prayer,that you would be brave.
Strong enough to be loved,safe kisses goodnight for the rest of life.
When you thought I wasn't looking,indeed I was.
I could see your struggle to hope.That we could be anything and everything.
Ironic the fates.
It was you who was not looking,to the heart.
The place where listening comes.
It tried to speak. You would not allow it life.
Sinner becomes Saint,that would rather tread eternal.Is irony your new friend?
With glazed eyes, forever looking behind, breathing in fear.
The moment of the silver rose appears and whispers near my ear.
You thought I wasn't looking,indeed I did. And always will.
My spirit restored.
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