The Day We Met
I held the hand of the desperate boy
with dirty knees
I cut out a paper heart
until you were ready for me
But your valentines box always lied empty
I was a little girl
With skinned arms
my dress was dirty
And my father held my hand
I wanted to cheer you on
with my kiss on your cheek
before the pain begun
before you tried to fill your box with rocks
so love couldn't get in....
I told my father it wasn't to late.
I watched you sit on the play ground alone and sad
And you threw the paper heart away.
I couldn't understand it,
I cried alone in my room
My Father said , not to worry
With Him it will always be ok.
But I want you to know,
the day I gave that heart to you was the day
I gave my heart away.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMv4NkSq2tg
This triggered something... A kind of theft I guess.
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of boys with dirty knees
But I kept cutting paper hearts
Until you came for me
The gifts of all your valentines
Were empty as a brand
And I was such a giggling girl
Because you held my hand
I wanted just to cheer you on,
to kiss you on your cheek
But when you came despite my pain
My voice was way too meek
I told my dad I wasn't late
and that I played alone
But daddy knew the truth and said
"Just tell him on the phone"
I couldn't understand it
My future'd been so bright!
But in my womb a a time bomb
Was racing t'wards the light
There's still a month or two to go
Before we meet the day
And I will nurture this mistake
For which I'll make you pay