Some days I wish I couldn’t read <br />So I could stare at words which are painful and laugh <br />Some days I wish I couldn’t see <br />So everything that brought tears in plain sight I wouldn’t know <br />Some days I wish I didn’t have a heart <br />That way, I'd save a ton of water from all my tears <br /> <br />It is for me that pain was made <br />If my sorrow of course you tallied <br />Or my tears, matter of fact you weighted <br />You would be up Manjaro and back <br />And I’d still be counting my sorrow <br />For each sorrow is heavy indeed <br /> <br />Like burning candles in the wind <br />Not a shade from me, not a shade from you <br />Our friendship so young to live inside <br />Where is spring? Where is the love? <br />The light is out, the wind is strong <br />Yet, the night is too young to say good bye <br /> <br /> <br />I am lost for words.<br /><br />David Beckham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/candle-in-the-wind-6/
