It's hard to hold
Your heart open
When hurt
So many times

Chorus of advisors
Do they see
Gladness and sadness
A two toned coin

Flipped like a dime
Upon our partings
And meetings wondering
If you'll be mine?

Evidence inscrutable 
Writing my way
Into your long term
Memory as a melody

Played out into
Our old ages
Something to sing to
On grey inside days

Mine a vinyl record
Its arm revolves
To quiet my soul
'Don't walk away'