Never have I ever known a love to be so pure,
“Easy” sings the songbird, “everything will be alright.”
never of a feeling have I ever been so sure,
“Easy” sings the songbird, “everything will be alright.”
Blonde by nature, henna red, the shades of beautiful,
hazel eyes and lips that said, “I love you and your soul.”
“Grief,” says the songbird, in a lullabied hush,
“is the culprit behind all the truest of pains.”
“You’re weak,” says the songbird, “from all of this love,
it may leave but its memory quite beautifully stains
like your fingernail reddened from henna, you see,
is a stain, not of pain, but of a good memory.
You kept your eyes fixed on the ones that looked back,
soft spheres dipped in hazel that kept you intact.
In the depths of your pain, one day you’ll see the light,
until then, gentle friend, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright.”
I look from the train to a small lonely room
that she once pointed out where alone lives a broom.
I turn to the west at the sun as it sets
then I turn and head east though I’ll never forget.
We posed for a picture in a hall of cement
such was my heart’s gospel and love’s covenant.
“Your heart,” says the songbird, “will burst at its seams
for its so full of love and she’s haunting your dreams.”
“I must go,” says the songbird and flies through the sky,
then I wake up, heart aching, and open my eyes.
Never have I ever known a love to be so pure,
broken like a mirror my luck vanishes for years.
Never of a feeling have I ever been so sure,
then grief, malicious culprit, comes to bring about my tears.
Skin so pale as our letters mailed, soft hands I need to hold.
A perfect face behind which stays so warm her lovely soul.
I say to myself in the face of my doubt, “it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright.”
Though I cannot believe it’s alright if she leaves; I say surely that it’s not alright.
Never have I ever known a love to be so pure,
“Pity” sings the songbird, “it all could have been alright.
Never of a feeling have I ever been so sure,
“Sleep now,” sings the songbird, “it’ll never be alright.”
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