I KNEW YOU'D COME BACK TO ME
I knew you;d come back to me.
I could see.
I know you would get tired of being alone.
You would want to come home.
You wanted another chance.
Another chance to dance.
You wanted to again try.
Did bot want to tears to fall from your eyes.
Did not like the fear, my dear.
I knew you;d come back to me.
Like cutting with a dull
Like cutting with a dull blade, it is often far easier to separate than to sever. Sometimes, we are lucky that this is so.