Naive

I know what you're thinking.

That I'm naive,

for thinking some people have good intentions,

or for dreaming.

Cause I've got dreams

that scare me,

but isn't that how it's supposed to be?

Let me tell you what I think.

I see the world on your face;

but your wrinkles aren't experience,

they're defeat.

Cause you've let the world

extinguish the light in your eyes.

Too bad too,

cause you've got dreams,

left undone.

Maybe it's the naive that get things done.