ILLUSIONS

 

IT WAS A TIME OF INVOLVEMENT

 

THAT PASSAGE OF BEING WHERE COMPASSION IS LOST TO DRIVE

 

WHEN UNDERSTANDING IS ECLIPSED BY ARROGANCE

 

BUT SHE FOUND ME

 

SHE SOFT AND EASY

 

AND ME RUNNING WITH THE WIND

 

SHE SHOWED ME WHAT A REAL WOMAN WAS

 

THEN

 

BY HER ABSENCE

 

SHOWED ME ALL THE MAN I WAS NOT

 

NOW THERE IS NO GIFT SO SPECIAL

 

OR WORDS SO SWEET

 

THAT COULD RETURN TO ME

 

WHAT MY IGNORANCE HAS PUSHED AWAY

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