Time Heals Wounds I'm confused and wondering why You do the strange things you do Maybe it's best for me not to know But I must admit, I wish I knew. If you still loved me the way I do you My heart tells me it's best not to ask Yet, my mind tells me I should know If I don't want this problem to last. Perhaps my imagination is running wild And the problem isn't yours, it's mine Maybe I should leave things as they are Time heals wounds, maybe mine in time. Ralph L. Clark© 2007 |
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