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I've always sung words without music

Never played a tune in a preverbial bucket

But what's been toughest:

Loving a heart whose heart to my own is loveless

Unquenched thirst is never really full

Feather stripped up mid-quill

As the ink stains continue to spill out:

Was it hope that killed us or my hesitation and doubt

I've fought over comparisons

Is the heart like the head

Like a word is verses what's said

Two years ago I said I was going to marry you

The only problem was those words stayed in my head

My heart knew, my head would not relent

And so, the we that was became the you that went

I've fought over comparisons

Is the heart like the head

Like a word is verses what's said

I've fought and I've fought

For words I never said

And, now I know

The heart, indeed, is nothing like the head

For what the heart speaks of

Only it can convey

Only it can understand