Li
Michael
Sorbonne Robinson©Copyright 2001
There
are times when my words are confusin'
or the way that I say
them's too
strong--
when
my words aren't the ones you'ld be choosin',
and
it's easy to take them all
wrong...
Though
I've pulled on a heart-string that's tender,
and I see, on your cheek,
there's a
tear,
know
that "clumsy's" just part of my
gender,
and
you're all that I love and hold
dear.
Chorus:
So
I wish you could hear my soul speakin';
Choosin'
words is a frustrating art.
You
would know mine's the love that you're seekin',
if you could just hear the words of my
heart.
For,
the words, so inadequate, haunt me,
and I wish I were born with the knack,
but
the terms that I need ever taunt me
on the savvy and tact that I lack.
What
I need you to know, dear, is never
would I say things, on purpose, to
harm.
You're
the love of my life and forever.
You're the sunshine that keeps my
world warm.
Chorus:
So
I wish you could hear my soul speakin';
Choosin'
words is a frustrating art.
You
would know mine's the love that you're seekin',
if you could just hear the words of my
heart.