You can rest your eyes at night,
But it doesn’t rest the mind.
You can turn the dark to light,
But the monsters will still hide.
You can sing songs of love,
But it doesn’t mend the heart.
You can paint with watercolours,
But it doesn’t make it art.
You can stop yourself from crying,
But it doesn’t stop the pain.
You can make the fire spark,
But it won’t turn to a flame.
With a perfume from France,
You can cover up the smell.
If you listen to your heart,
You can an honest man tell.
If you can cross the river,
You can live the life you dream.
But if you try to carry baggage,
You’ll lose it in the stream.