hawthorns

I never nourish my spirit

I'm always starved for peace

You'll know the sound when you hear it

With bated breath, I ease

I guess that things don't turn out how we want them to be

Keep wishing that somehow I'll find something to relieve

My aching heart, it cries for something tender and sweet

But, I bet that you're still wondering what you meant to me

You'll never find me all alone in the dark of the pouring rain

You'll never hold me and show me you love me the way you say