Some will teach your heart to love
and some will teach your heart to fear
but, all these questions,
left unanswered, they,
grow a path back to your heart,
for them
But it's not that easy and you
know it when you look into my eyes
That I'm not a child and
not a child and flowers turn to fire
not a child and not a child and
flowers turn to fire
All these questions you,
left unanswered, they,
always washed upon the shore
and you
I can hear you coming like the
Felling of winds against my door.
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