WHY?
If I were young and bright,
And laid my heart before your feet,
And took my dearest thoughts to you,
Will it be this that I face
A dilemma with much pain
Will you hail my easy lines as true
And say to me, "My dear" with no discreet
When you wear your eyes
and frown at the thought
of losing an old woman
helpless and distraught
But I have to keep my words
unquestioning
So that you will stay
Should I be mad enough
Again at this time
To share my heart with another man
and yet beat my head against the wall
When I see you wander past my door...
And I ask foolishly
Will you still doubt me
when I say "Farewell"
I still wonder
Why do you take such 'joy'
to see me in pain
and drained my thoughts...
Why?
