What can I say
by Patrick Wescott
to make her understand?
I never meant to turn away,
felt protective in spite of love.
She's the beauty in my life
and I would die if she walked away.
Yet in my silence she finds hatred,
for I'm too scared to say how I feel.
If I were a king I'd give it away.
If I were a pauper I'd steal for her.
If one thousand women sat at my side,
she would be the one I choose.
But how can you love someone,
when you are the one you fear?
So like a knotch in my arm
for every misfortune,
the scars of my soul
tell of days gone by.