is it all the same

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the trees sway listlessly
moved by this cold November breeze
and I don’t know where I’m going
but I wish I knew where I was

isn’t it the truth
that with so much deception
its hard not to wander away
to have your own reasons why

but buried out there
heard between the lines
sometimes found drifting away
is an unexpected song being sung

we may not know what love means
the words may still be getting written
the music being cautiously played
and we’re both too afraid to listen

between the moments that linger before us
you’re always wanting me to leave
telling me to go while I can
because love won’t find this sort of man

but can you let me be who I am
maybe then you’ll be able to see
looking into my eyes and my heart
there is not one thing that you lack

so after all of this around us falls
when I no longer have to watch you
as you let yourself shutdown slow
and you weep without a tear in your eye

I know every time you close your eyes
you want so much more than you’ve got
if only you’d let me show you
everything is right in front of you

it all begins right here
so let’s see if it’s true
as well known as the breath you take
the morning will bring you something new

I’ll kiss your eyes as you wake
a new memory
is it all the same
is it all the same

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