BEFORE LOVE CAME TO ME

Weighed down, eyes to the ground

Struck numb, deaf to a sound

Couldn’t see a face in front of me

That’s how I felt before love came to me

Timid and scared, a broken wing in the air

Calloused and bruised, tired and used

Lost and scattered, it doesn’t really matter

That’s how I felt before love came to me

You don’t have to see to believe

You don’t have to rhyme to sing

You don’t have to speak to lie

You don’t have to walk away to say good-bye

Pitch black, mind in the mud

A sacred rose, buried in the flood

A peasant with no king, a lover with no ring

That’s how I felt before love came to me

A child alone, home address unknown

A soldier on the run, courage tied to a stone

I couldn’t see the good inside of me

That’s how I felt before love came to me

lyrics by Jonathan Jackson

c/p Fire and Plague Publishing