(God is good. I own nothing and I hope you enjoy. Good day and God bless.)
When you looked into his eyes,
Who was it that you saw?
Or was a new person born
From that broken law?
You are right in your assumption.
Once my hands were clean
But just as you doubt my nature
Not all is as it may seem.
Which steady sharp turn
Do you assume I sped towards
Or did I just catch you wishing
My heart were a mirror of yours?
What is it I should do?
What do you expect me to say?
How should a daft creature see
That it despises my every way.
How should I force your hand?
What should I make you be?
Your power is not grand
And I'll never be who you want me to be.
When will a daft creature like you see?