Watching Spring
This and that are two different things
I’ve lived my life through words and letters
Yet when I talk to her I get none
Always wanting to be by her side
But I could not strengthen my mind to do so
So I’ll just go along for the ride
Just to see her smile
This and that could be two different things
The story of this sultry has only been but a moment
And yet I feel oddly at peace
When I think about her the blossoms of spring come
But I feel as if I could only wish or even hope to just watch
Just sitting back and seeing her smile
This and that are two different things
A beginning to an end or an end to a beginning
Who knows, I truly don’t
She’s as complicated as a lock,
A lock that I could never find a key,
But if I could just sit back and see her smile
Then for now I guess I can be happy.
