Pass me on the streets.
Do not say a word.
With the multitude of the crowd,
It would never come to be heard.

Do not say you care for me.
I’m sorry, but I just can’t believe.
And if I were ever to, soon I’d see you leave.

Do not lie and say I’m wrong.
It’s using common sense.
I don’t appreciate playing games.
I believe in protesting in self-defense.

Won’t you please take your lies,
And burn them in the fire?
For that’s where you’d place my heart,
And – cold as ice – is my desire.

10-6-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Thank you, Jesus, for melting my heart! ❤ I love you!