I asked the same question I always ask,
And I received what I always receive.
It would all work out if we just unmask,
But in my heart I know that is naive.
We lock away the words we wish to hear.
Instead saying the ones we know are safe.
We build up lies with the ones we are near,
until those relationships start to chafe.
It is above, below, in front, behind,
Sitting in eternal sunflower fields.
It is possible what we want we find,
But in our stories neither of us yields.
Be bold and let the unsaid be spoken.
Behold and see that love is unbroken.
And I received what I always receive.
It would all work out if we just unmask,
But in my heart I know that is naive.
We lock away the words we wish to hear.
Instead saying the ones we know are safe.
We build up lies with the ones we are near,
until those relationships start to chafe.
It is above, below, in front, behind,
Sitting in eternal sunflower fields.
It is possible what we want we find,
But in our stories neither of us yields.
Be bold and let the unsaid be spoken.
Behold and see that love is unbroken.