I didn't know

Don’t blame me, dear. I didn’t know

That roses wilt while thistles grow,

And what is now the scent of May

Shall turn to dust the other day.

I didn’t know that flying hurts.

When you are up and chasing birds

Your wings unfasten and you fall

To where you have to learn to crawl.

I didn’t know that spring would kill

When giving me the silly will

To dare for more, to fight and see

That what I want is not for me.

I didn’t know you were unjust,

And when I asked for love and trust

You found it easier to go.

Don’t blame me, dear. I didn’t know.

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