a close up of a white marble surface

Frozen in my mind
The burning questions
That won’t retreat

The subtle touch
The taste of bitter tears
The slow heart beats

The way you ask me the time,
Do you have someone to meet?

And I need to know the reasons
Why do you keep our worlds apart?
Why do you taunt me with your teasings?
How does the phone know where you are?

When you smile, are you telling lies?
I need to tell my willing heart

You can tell me
It’s over, I will set you free

You can tell me
It was not meant to be

You can tell me
It was wrong from the start

I need to tell my willing heart

A love darkened with doubt
This place of pain I find
Bringing heartache about
Leaving memories behind

And I need to know your reasons
Why prolong what’s meant to end?
This love is dead and out of seasons
There is nothing left to mend

You cannot bear to say
We’re better apart

I need to end this play
I need to tell my willing heart




My Willing Heart

(©) 1991 Bob Lee