Like A Bridge Over Troubled Water
I’m an innocent man really. I treat people well, and I expect people to treat me well also. Sometimes they don’t. Sometimes they wish me ill. They attack me. They abuse my trust. Sometimes it confuses me. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes, it breaks my heart. However, my heart always heals. I still wonder why people would wish this these things on me.
My love runs deep, and I don’t know its limit. One day, people will understand.
