Naive little souls

It's a little bit like a hole in the road.

We didn't see it coming. 

The shadow of the trees might have hid it there. 

We could have been watching the birds for a little too long.

Or a bed of leaves was covering it up for a while?

But there's a hole in the road. 

Can we walk around it and leave it behind?

Would we pretend it's not there, act a bit blind?

Could we tell the hole to fill itself up? 

Should we stop by it and wait until it is no more?

Holes in the road, unexpected turns of things, 

Words that dig deeper than they seem, 

Faces that turn from benevolent to pernicious, 

Silence that reveals to be manipulation, 

Control which for so long disguised itself into love, 

Family that prove to be wolves among the sheep. 

They all come without warning.

Did we look up to long?
Did we want to think of the birds and the sharp blue sky, 

More than we were looking for direction?

We might have simply thought that life had been sweet and easy and it would always be.

We didn't know love could turn sour. 

Naive little souls we were. We took discernment for suspicion

And love never suspects evil, does it?

So we walked around, head in the clouds, 

Dreaming of tomorrows painted in pastel colours, 

Finding todays tainted with anger.

Naive little souls we were.
Shall we keep on believing?

That hearts can turn, situations change and scars heal?

We are waiting. For the sweetness of yesterday to come again tomorrow.

We believe today is a simple hole in the road that isn't meant to stay.

We believe you'll come to your senses.

That you'll see, that we were naive little souls, 

with open arms and gentle hearts, 

That we are hopeful stronger souls,

 with open arms and gentle hearts.