Why?
You told me that you loved me
And begged me not to leave you
Why?
I gave you flowers
I gave you me
I gave you everything
But it wasn't enough
Why?
I hope you're happy now
In your loneliness with your lonely times
And nothing to comfort you except memories
Are you really happy?
I'm not. Why?
It makes no sense to me
Why you would want this
And to make two people so very unhappy
Just isn't worth the while
Is it. Why, then?
I hope you'll be happy one day
I hope you'll find a man who ....
Gives you everything and doesn't argue
About the petty things you liked so much to
So bloody stupid! Why??
I just don't understand anything
I don't understand why
Or what the reason is for such a stupid argument
Am I really so bad?
You seem to think so
But I'm not, so Why?
So it's all over now
And everything we had is ruined
We could have been so great together, you and me
Just the greatest thing we could have had
We both wanted it, so Why?
'Every Rose' - by David Wilding
- They said it some years ago now "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" Oh, how they hurt And torment me And too Those blooms I sneeze And choke on their beauty I can't go like this! A rose is but a flower It will pass soon And return another year ....
'Sundown' - by David Wilding
- It's Late I Go Down now cherry red with my day's work of the day which now is night. Clouds join me Our unity scatters red along the skyway to beyond Taking me with it As I go further to rest For another day. Now my colours scatter too ....
'Temptation' - by David Wilding
- I know by now, Such places are wrong - they make no sense, Looking at what you can't have, And then thinking too much, Of what you'd like to do, To them. They see me? I look, they look away, It's too red, too bright, And they speak a foreign tongue. ....
'Rock Eternal' - by David Wilding
- I stand here Eternal, Blown by Winds, Poured on by the Rains, Sometimes I wonder will it ever end? My Torment, My Sorrow And I suffer forever, No animal would, They shelter, they warm, They find Solice and Warmth, While I die a slow one, Not moving, always melting, ....
'Daydrips' - by David Wilding
- The days drip as wax burns And fall, fall into the night One by one, they shorten us And counter what we have We need to grow - yet we cannot As slowly we die As the Candle goes down So do we .... to the ground How can we build? And what to save? ....
