A flower in a field of weeds
Talk over coffee for an hour or two
She wonders why I’m always in a good mood
Killing time before she struts her stuff
She needs support and I’ve become the crutch
She’ll never know how much she means to me
Surrender, Every word, every thought, every sound
Surrender, Every touch, every smile, every frown
Surrender, All the pain we’ve endured until now
Surrender, All the hope that I lost you have found
Surrender, Yourself to me