Hurting Softly


If somebody asked me, what's your soft spot of hurt
I'd laugh, then brush my feelings in the dirt
And cry on the inside with my murmurs of help
Searching far inside someone has never felt
Or seen the true happiness of love
And felt the aroma that success holds above
Or fly in the wind, cast by what I call nativity
Only to be pulled down by the morals of negativity
Run must far with my beliefs,
throw them to the clouds with all release
If somebody asked me, what's your soft spot of joy
I'd smile and caress my heart thus deployed
In rains of travel, no matter the miles
Finding what we love most that you won't find within a dial
And these droplets hit against my skin,
Poking in with a cool breeze
It takes over the disbeliefs, that I carry around over my head
Cancels all doubts I ever had
If somebody asked me, what's your soft spot of hurt
The pleasure-less pain following my veins
Thru 'tines and my body of red,
I find something that I never knew could be said
Fellows, life is unfair
And we've conquered all we can share
Until you know, that hurt will stay
It is almost impossible for you to go straight

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