Maria

I think people think too much of things
when they wonder about life and what it brings
and they wonder about love and where they can find it
when it's right under their nose, but of course they're blinded
by her, in her glory, in her beauty and grace,
her body, her soul, her heart, her face...
it's too much to take in, it's confusing at times
even writing, it's hard, when she screws up your rhymes...
but in confusion you can find things, so I guess you could say
maybe sometimes it's ok to feel that way.
Either way, all it takes is to go with the flow
Because once it's all over, well, then, babe, you'll know
if it's real, or a dream, or a fallacy of heart,
that I'll stay with you, when the sky falls apart...