They can't see you in the same light that I do
So they leave you with your smile broken
And the pieces of your heart falling apart
And I try to reach out and piece them together
But you prefer to run wild
A gust of wind on a summer's day
While I prefer to stand still
The patient shore waiting for the waves to come home.
Image from here.
*Borrowed blog post title from this blog.
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