Don't ask me.

 

Don't ask me about what she was talking.

I was there in her eyes slowly walking.

Every time she looks at me I go there. 

Yes I know, maybe I go and disappear.

When she speaks I show that I do care.

But the truth slowly slowly I go there.

With a smile in my heart I ask a question.

Not for answer but to keep her attention.

Don't ask me to explain all what I see.

And don't try to sail with me in her sea.

Don't be afraid, I will write what I will feel.

I have heart which was made of steel.