Chained to a wall of love,
I fall for who you are.
You wish for someone to love you,
And yet I’m not that far.

It’s one of those mystical things
That God has rearranged.
He said He would always love us,
But never promised that life wouldn’t change.

Tangled by a web of thought,
You wash away my dream.
You say you are for all to watch,
Yet are darker than you seem.

One way I have to comfort you
Is to let you know for sure
That though our love’s a misery,
My intentions are only pure.

Could we stand another round
Of all the innocent pain?
I just don’t think I believe again
In the path to going insane.

8-24-1993 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire