Precious one, why do you stop and stare? Your sweet face peering through the morning air Is it me you have in your eyes? If it is I wonder why Can it be you just can't believe How I make you laugh and make you grieve? Never knowing which way to go Should you laugh or cry? So many promises I didn't keep So many times I cut you hard and deep So many nights you cried yourself to sleep A prisoner of my grit and greed How many times will I shout and scream? How many times will I dash your dreams? 'til your love stops flowing in an endless stream Through this heart choked with wood and weeds Oh precious one, if I could only be The man those hopeful eyes always see Maybe then I'd feel that I have earned The boundless love you somewhere learned Oh precious one, I can only praise The hopeful love I see in your gaze Keep on smiling, maybe I'll believe It's something I deserve
copyright 1998, Rick Thorne (Mea Culpa Productions)
