Morning Song
by Anthony Holcomb
Why does my mind,
Cut me like a blade?
Why does my love,
Always end up in pain…
Everything that gives me pleasure,
Also gives me pain.
Why does something that feels so good,
Also leave me feeling ashamed…
Who am I,
To say what’s right or what’s wrong.
What gives a dove,
It’s morning song…
How am I,
To tell the real from the fake?
And why does my heart,
Always seems to break…