The Clouds don't MatterThe sun doesn't stop shining for the clouds;
As just the same my love doesn't end,
Whether or not it returns or flees.
Though I wish to hold it,
I will not force it to me,
Closed within a weak wish.
But I'd rather they were happy,
With whatever love they return,
So I give them hope and wave goodbye.
Goodbyes are the clouds.
They have my love and it shines on,
And I smile for knowing such.
Though my true hope is that they'll see me,
Greet me with a smile on their face,
And give my love back.
I wish them well…
That's all I want.
The BlockMy words would contort your beauty.
My mind would deceive my heart.
But truth won't let them.
Your eyes that have such powers over me,
Have powers over yourself,
Those strong eyes must see you so.
You will fix yourself, you will keep walking.
You will be well, your eyes will smile.
And I will fight for you, even against myself.
A block away, I will wait for you.
I'll wait for you, like I guess I knew I'd have to.
Open friendly arms, open palms to take your hand.
I'll wait to walk with you.