These times
these lines
these rhymes for you
i know you never thought they were true
i have no money or items i own
only these tapestries of word i've sown
a little love, a little trust
for two to be one, this is a must
will some common ground
ever come around
before these simple fears
become sorrowed tears
on these rival cliffs we build a bridge
looking towards each other from each ridge
though my side progresses
your work confesses
your motive's weak
and you refuse to speak
a little love, a little trust
for two to be one, this is a must
will some common ground
ever come around
before these simple fears
become sorrowed tears
