Ponderance

I've been left thinking 'Where do I belong'
Everything that's happened here seems now so wrong
I'm asking the questions I'm not sure I want answers to
In the searching I've found what I'm sure is true

When the flower blooms
When the spring birds tune
All the beauty in your soft warm face
Slowly brings everything into place

All I need and all I want is a paradox to ponder so
To know the end before the beginning removes all the mystery
What seemed so simple may be so wrong
What seems right may not be true
If there's anything I needed to know, it's not easy to see

When the flower blooms
When the spring birds tune
All the beauty in your soft warm face
Slowly brings everything into place

For you to be here is what I would love
Yet not knowing you isn't a reason to grieve
The asking question is so simple to make
It's prodding answer is hard to fake