I’ve listened to your twisted words
Of love with sound advice
And though I do agree with you
Still something isn’t right
It’s true this life is no rehearsal
And the stage is set for both
Who truly leads? Who truly follows?
When the script was never wrote
Maybe my play is a tragic one
And sorrow will always be
Maybe my hearts longs for more
A romance by the sea
Maybe it’s a lot more simple
Than the who, what, how, when, or then
But the soul is on the hunt for something
And I know not its plan.


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