Not Yours To Own

I don’t think you understand
By no fault of your own
If you did then maybe you’d hold her hand
Her hair you’d comb, and in a low voice say
“You’re not alone.”

It hurts her when you chase false hope
There’s treasure at home
A lost man’s healing is not yours to own
All you can do is trust her with her truth

Her intuition is pure as gold
From knowing so many strange souls
Sit back and listen it’s barely wrong
Just go along
Melt down and go along