Part of the Deal

There are some things about love you don’t want to know. That when all is forsaken, it continues to grow. A breeze blows upon me but it always shall blow, The seeds that you plant become the harvest you sow. Passions run deep they are deep as a well. There’s much to the story that words can’t tell. It all sound familiar it may ring a bell I was running my fastest when I tripped and fell. I’ll just turn in I’m in need of some sleep. The still water continues to get too deep. You still climb the hill though you know it’s too steep, The rain starts to fall as the angels do weep. Maybe tomorrow I shall be on my way, As I think of the price for the things that I say. I hope it shall get better but it never may, We have to hold in our hearts what we have today. Sometimes I feel lost and don’t know where to begin. It all seems the same, whether I lose or win. I remember no heart from the man made of tin, You can save yourself or give in to sin. I wonder often seems it’s much a part of me, I do what I do and I see what I see. We all know the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, As I think to myself there is no where I’d rather be. The moon comes out and shines so bright, Where once it was dark now there is sight. I’m hoping perhaps I can follow the light, I just see how it is and I don’t want to fight. Maybe I was thinking about what is real, The price that I paid wasn’t such a good deal. I just always give in to the way that I feel, I wasn’t aware that this was part of the deal…