Even though I have trust and I know that one must,
It's so often too hard to believe.
I find I'm confused, and lost in a maze
Of confounding and frustrating answers and looks.
Oh, why can't I tell what you are meaning to say?
And to top it all off, I'm a young silly girl,
Shy and unsure of myself and you.
So forgive me my doubts and my primitive thoughts
When that ancient green sparkle may gleam in my eye;
It's not due to you or the things you may do,
And I know in my heart I have no reason or right,
Yet still I go on, so dazed and all-wondering
If maybe there's more to be known than I see?
Thank you for listening, now more and now always,
I babble and stomp on your ears and your mind --
And I'm sure I confuse you as I'm an enigma,
Worthy comparing to only yourself.
Somehow, I think, we must both learn much better
To say what we mean and we feel in our hearts.
And perhaps we would find we'd be guessing much less then,
So please freely tell me the troubles you know.
You matter -- I care! -- though to you it seems small,
If one runs from a feeling, they never can hide.
And I couldn't be happy if I knew you were bothered
By a thought, or a problem, or a worry or such
So I pray that we both may continue in growing
To help out each other along the right way,
Continue to share all our joys and our sorrows,
For life has such wonders in store each new day.