Above the Noise
I told you, you hold my heart in your hands.
That’s something you could never understand.
I told you, love is fragile, like a gentle rose.
How to take care of it, only God knows.
Always hold tightest when it’s difficult,
Never assume about the end result.
I took each step with gratitude and grace,
But your side was never my place.
You had a warm smile, a gentle voice.
I stopped paying attention to the noise.
I was lied to, I was deceived.
Never knew I could be so naive.
How could you look me in the eye,
Knowing you’ve got my hands tied.
How could you swear loyalty,
When you had no honesty.
I regret melting in your arms,
Leaning on you when it got hard.
I trusted you with all I had,
All this time you had a knife in your hand.
Now I’m left sewing my own wounds,
Feeling that I fell too soon.
Now I’m left wondering where love has gone,
But I know I will carry on.
I don’t have much to hold onto,
But I know what I’m meant to do.
I will rise above and transform the noise,
It will turn to music and soon rejoice.
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