What?

Ok..say I was up front and told you how I feel?

Would you laugh and tell me that it isn't real?

Would you scoff at the idea and even push me back?

Saying that you can't provide something that I lack?

Put you on a pedestal you fear, well why not?

Even if you fall , your still you, are you not?

In your heart lies the woods, this I now know

and if you ask me, a little Bird, he told me so

Black you say your heart is, dead I have been told

But I can see right thru you, its truly made of gold

Its strong, and it is powerful, and I could only wish

That you would let me work on removing the tarnish.

You could love me, you know? If you just let go

And I would do my best to be what lifts up Joe.