
If Only You Knew
By Eddie Zacapa
How my heart trembles
and my soul screams.
How my days are numbered
and my ways seen.
Can I seek for kind relief
or should I leave it for fate to see?
How can I live in this ocean of misery?
How can all my thoughts lead me astray
to a field of dry weeds?
If only you knew what you did to me.
If only you knew my new found misery.
My tears are many, like leaves on trees;
They fall in the autumn,
they fall in the winter —
crunched by footsteps
walking away.
In the distance I can see
your shadow without
the slightest tilt of your head.
My heart trembles,
my soul screams,
my heart is dead.
How my heart trembles
and my soul screams.
How my days are numbered
and my ways seen.
Can I seek for kind relief
or should I leave it for fate to see?
How can I live in this ocean of misery?
How can all my thoughts lead me astray
to a field of dry weeds?
If only you knew what you did to me.
If only you knew my new found misery.
My tears are many, like leaves on trees;
They fall in the autumn,
they fall in the winter —
crunched by footsteps
walking away.
In the distance I can see
your shadow without
the slightest tilt of your head.
My heart trembles,
my soul screams,
my heart is dead.
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