Monday, August 03, 2009

The Hill

by. Marketa Irglova

Walking up the hill tonight when you have closed your eyes
I wish I didn't have to make all those mistakes and be wise
Please try to be patient and know that I'm still learning
I'm sorry that you have to see the strength inside me burning

But where are you my angel now? Don't you see me crying?
And I know that you can't do it all but you can't say I'm not trying
I'm on my knees in front of him but he doesn't seem to see me
With all his troubles on his mind, he's looking right through me
And I'm letting myself down beside this fire in you
And I wish that you could see that half my troubles too

Looking at you sleeping, I'm with the man I know
I'm sitting here weeping while the hours pass so slow
And I know that in the morning, I'll have to let you go
And you'll be just a man once I used to know
But for these past few days someone I don't recognize
This isn't all my fault, when will you realize?

Looking at you leaving, I'm looking for a sign
~image: here~

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