BITE OF THE APPLE By Tom Jensen
I come home after a hard, long day
Happy with my life but what a price I pay
I walk in waiting for a smile
Though looking down, you stand so quiet
Something is bothering you
I know you by now, you just can't deny it
Did the serpent come to tempt your taste?
Have you seen the devil? Did you fall from grace?
Have you taken a bite of the apple? Did you drink up all the wine?
Did you see something so frightening
That it sent shivers down your spine?
Did you see a long lost lover
Only to look again into his eyes?
Or maybe you saw a homeless mother
And then heard her child cry?
Whatever you do from here
Do not hide what you are or what you did
Please don't keep staring at the ground
Nor keep your feelings hid
Please don't twist the truth so much
That you only tell me lies
I would never judge you
You do not need an alibi
Tell me all your worries
My child do not be afraid
Tell me of your troubles
For mistakes can be unmade
Whatever has happened here
Don't be scared to look me in the eyes
You know your face is one that I never could despise
Did the serpent come to tempt your taste?
Have you seen the devil? Did you fall from grace?
Have you taken a bite of the apple? Did you drink up all the wine?
Did you see something so frightening
That it sent shivers down your spine?
Did you see a long lost lover only to look again into his eyes?
Or maybe you saw a homeless mother
And then heard her child cry?
Did you see someone or something which ended up shaking your faith?
Did you see a straight road ahead
And yet didn't walk so straight?
Maybe, baby you watched a man fall down in the middle of the street
Did you build yourself a fire?
Only to find that you couldn't stand the heat
She turned around to face me
As she broke down in tears
Saying she never meant to hurt me
But her biggest fears...
Rang loud, sad and true
Now she knew that she couldn't undo
All that she had made
Feeling like she was trapped in a maze
Locked in a cage hurting so much
and at such a young age
I have never been a hunter myself
What I catch is always free to run away
But sometimes I wish that I was different
For if I was then she might have stayed
Maybe I should have been quiet
And not such a seeker of the truth
But she would have told me sooner or later
So just what would have been the use?