Don't Tell Her

Don't Tell Her

Don't tell her, don't tell her, it can't be that bad, no.

See that she just cannot lighten up today, not even for you.

She will try to want to live, but let her be now.

Sun, shine your blinding light on me.

Sun, rain your blinding light on me.

Come and find me, I am waiting.

Gracious movement, darkness fills the room.

It will be over soon. It's almost longing, almost desire.

Sun, shine your blinding light on me.

Sun, rain your blinding light on me.

© Brown Feather Sparrow