The Gift

Something I can't explain, And why explain, anyway If for some reason you took my hand, when I was dead, Somehow brought me back, fro my grave, injected life and energy, Straight into my veins You held my hand, and I could walk away, That's what really matters, anyway No need to explain, it's the only thing that does not seen to be in vain, I don't know where you want to take me, but I'm willing to go aboard your train, The destination, does not matters, you have been erasing my pain, I don't know why, or how, but that does not really matters, anyway I don't know exactly what I feel, but I just feel it I might have met you yesterday, but it seens like we already knew each other, anyway There's something real, that really heals, In every word you say, I try to disguise the fear, that tomorrow you might have gone away What really matters, is that you are here with me today And then suddenly it all went away All that weight, all that disgrace, Was somehow washed away All I know is that I must pay back such gift, And I know that I can do it, So all the rest, does not really matters, I just feel, and what we feel, is the only thing that is real In this abstract connnection, I just hope there is no misconception, For what I feel, could be only said that way, I am nothing but a mistake, that should be erased, a crownless and broken king But if you think I'm worthy of being saved, would you be my queen? If you just hold my hand and take me away, I'll go anywhere, I just don't care, You just make me feel better, and I want to make you feel better, So for me, that's what really matters, anyway