The Lady

The lady gave me flowers and I refused them

For flowers will not grow among the weeds

And the kindnesses she offered, I abused them

My wants were always greater than my needs



And she tried so very hard, but I didn't hear a word

For I was far away and couldn't hear her cry



My lady took her troubles and deserted

To take a strangers arm to lean and cry

And suddenly my senses were reverted

But slowly all her feelings passed me by



And she tried so very hard to choose a friendly word

For I was closer now and tried to hear her cry



And when she comes to me in dreams, I find I'm turning

To face her, when before I turned away

When before I wouldn't listen, now I'm learning

To hear the gentle words she had to say



And now I try so very hard to hear her every word

But all the time I seem to hear her cry