Oh, I'Ve Been There, I'Ve Been There
When you softly brushed the trestle of my hair
and gently stroked my face
All my signals shrieked aloud
Beware, Beware, Beware
Oh, I've been there, I've been there...
How my heart oozed and slowly bled
when abruptly he refused my craving needs
For it to be nourished and sweetly fed
A blossom ever so gradually
withered to a dried out little seed
How do I climb back on this love wagon
where trust is an imperative vital must
but my soul still breathes the fire of a dragon
and my heart is encased in a Crusty Rust
Yet, when you brushed the trestle of my hair
and gently stroked my face
how I longed to surrender and nestle to your chest
Oh, but I've been there, I've been there...
When our love was fresh and new
I believed I could arrest little signals he threw
but I think there's an inherent problem
if a man you love, when asked, won't pray with you
Now here YOU stand
looking confident and grand
Does corrosive Rust melt... if a heartfelt man
reaches out and holds you by the hand
Or, like a barnacle attached to a boat
The heart must endure abrasive scrape
Will my heart once again float
Or is it doomed to acknowledge the gape
The lesson learned, the gut churned,
heart spurned, lesson learned
Yet, when you brushed the trestle of my hair
and gently stroked my face
approached me from behind and held me tightly
Suddenly my soul , to you, I want to bare
Do I dare, do I dare and will you Rightly hold me Nightly
Oh, I've been there, I've been there...
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