Oh, I'Ve Been There, I'Ve Been There

When you softly brushed the trestle of my hair and gently stroked my face All my signals shrieked aloud Beware, Beware, Beware Oh, I've been there, I've been there... How my heart oozed and slowly bled when abruptly he refused my craving needs For it to be nourished and sweetly fed A blossom ever so gradually withered to a dried out little seed How do I climb back on this love wagon where trust is an imperative vital must but my soul still breathes the fire of a dragon and my heart is encased in a Crusty Rust Yet, when you brushed the trestle of my hair and gently stroked my face how I longed to surrender and nestle to your chest Oh, but I've been there, I've been there... When our love was fresh and new I believed I could arrest little signals he threw but I think there's an inherent problem if a man you love, when asked, won't pray with you Now here YOU stand looking confident and grand Does corrosive Rust melt... if a heartfelt man reaches out and holds you by the hand Or, like a barnacle attached to a boat The heart must endure abrasive scrape Will my heart once again float Or is it doomed to acknowledge the gape The lesson learned, the gut churned, heart spurned, lesson learned Yet, when you brushed the trestle of my hair and gently stroked my face approached me from behind and held me tightly Suddenly my soul , to you, I want to bare Do I dare, do I dare and will you Rightly hold me Nightly Oh, I've been there, I've been there...