Can you tame a lion
After he's tasted blood?
Can you offer love to a man,
Who's tired of feeling feelings and has had enough?
Some days I wonder when you'll raise your voice to admit
That you love me, my dear,
And reinforce it with a kiss

I wish you'd say it already,
Like I've been too scared to admit
Yeah we must both be kind of crazy,
There's no denying it
But is it possible that Cupid hit me a little too hard?
Because lately a drum is beating in my chest,
This sad and weary heart
I know I take everything too personally and I try not to, so hard
But after all this time of being a door mat
It's extra work to turn this door mat into a deck of playing cards
And I will put down a queen of hearts
If you put down a king of hearts
Admit that you love me, my love
Admit that you love me, my love

In a dim room lit by candlelight
My ears are only filled with my thoughts
In a cherry blossom bubble bath,
Hot coco besides me,
My relaxed mind can weave itself into a creative knot
Words find their places like puzzle pieces fitting into the ultimate picture
Yet I am still looking for the epiphany,
The sudden light that will beacon me to the greater scheme;
And my life will have purpose

If I could swallow my words
And take anything I've said
Back into my veins;
Like they never existed,
Out of all the memories
I've rewound in my head
I'd never take back a single word
But maybe would have just kissed you
Instead

Take me to an arboretum
Where we can stroll down cobblestone paths
Take me to an arboretum
Where the beauty will erase the rains of our pasts
Take me to an arboretum
Where the oak and weeping willows will dance in the wind
Take me to an arboretum
Where we can kiss under flowering magnolia blossom limbs
Take me to an arboretum
Where we can dance under the twilight
in a gazebo overlookibg a pond
Take me to an arboretum
Where red roses and butterfly bushes make my heart so fond
Take me to an arboretum
Where we can have a picnic under the birch trees and maples
Take me to an arboretum
And my love will always remain
loyal and faithful

Are we birds in cages,
Waiting to be set free?
Or are we the door and lock?
Maybe we're the key?
We're either the person that sits and waits;
Full of beauty- so full of grace
Or we are the type that only sees the door, sees the cage and is eager for something more
Some people are the key, they know their worth-what's being locked away;
but don't understand the word "free"
Bird cages and birds,
Locks and keys
Be a bird
When the world is no longer free

I often stop and wonder
About the beauty of life
Was this world created,
Just to be adored by our eyes?
Surely there must be a God,
Or some higher entity
Who created the sunrises and sunsets;
Such colorful masterpieces
I believe that God is an artist
A painter; a sculptor, who pays good care
We are only the bouquets in His still life
He paints our picture from a distance
Away from our spotlight,
He's always there