Ribbons

Spinning, Dizziying, Ribbons

How many times I tell you to,

Every day I turn to you...

This Barren land,

midnight is close at hand,

Every passing day,

Makes more real death.

How many times I tell you to,

Every day I turn to you...

It's almost a last stand,

Lending the world a hand,

Taking a long way,

Hoping to live another day.

How many times I tell you to,

Every Day I turn to you...

Roadblocks on my way,

To your place,

Takes a whole day,

Wakes a common sense.

How many times I tell you to,

Every day I turn to you...

In the end,

I try to make amends,

but the time is short,

Keeping my feelings in check,

How many times I tell you to,

Every day I turn to you,

Doesn't make sense of what I do,

but Every single day I love you.

Author's Note

Spelling out the dilemas