Some days I wish I couldn’t read
So I could stare at words which are painful and laugh
Some days I wish I couldn’t see
So everything that brought tears in plain sight I wouldn’t know
Some days I wish I didn’t have a heart
That way, I'd save a ton of water from all my tears
It is for me that pain was made
If my sorrow of course you tallied
Or my tears, matter of fact you weighted
You would be up Manjaro and back
And I’d still be counting my sorrow
For each sorrow is heavy indeed
Like burning candles in the wind
Not a shade from me, not a shade from you
Our friendship so young to live inside
Where is spring? Where is the love?
The light is out, the wind is strong
Yet, the night is too young to say good bye
I am lost for words.
David Beckham
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/candle-in-the-wind-6/
