In a World of Too Much 

 

Post came, letter, note 

Read yes, but it reads no 

My heart gave eyes hope 

 

Time tick, clock broke 

Fire burn but there’s no smoke 

Still I choke on the hand that wrote I love you 

 

Where did you get those words from? 

Did you read it, or steal it, or hear it in a verse? 

Why did you wait ‘til the sun had gone to fly away? 

 

Three years for one face speak, mouth run 

My words mean more to you than they do to some 

Stars light the beach to find wood that we burn through  

But the sun will rise before I can ask you 

 

Where did you get those words from? 

Did you read it, or steal it, or hear it in a verse? 

Why did you wait ‘til the sun had gone to fly away? 

 

In a world of too much, how can I give you not enough 

In a world of sunshine, I gave you rain 

In a world of too much, a heavy hand is a soft touch 

In a world of desperation, I found relief 

 

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