Have you ever cared for someone,
You’d die if you made them sad?
You’d rather burn in the sun
And it would never feel that bad.
You give and give and never ask back,
And you refuse because it won’t feel right.
But all you do is burden your sack,
And drop another straw on your plight.
You keep your silence and your smiles
When the one you care for begins to scold.
Then you walk away the miles
Alone in the damp streets and cold.
You think of how to set things back
To the way they were supposed to be.
But all you do is to lose track
Of your emotions in the open sea.
And then your thoughts drag you down
A path so long, twisted and dark.
And your emotions you lose to own
And become your guiding ark.
The good times, and the bad,
They all return in a flash.
You realize what you once had,
Now a torn paper in the trash.
You reach your home and open the door,
And you hope that you would see
Her sitting on the couch waiting for
A smile to set you free.
And then she says “let’s walk the shore,
Because I do care about you and me”.
On a cold Tuesday, the 22nd of March 2005