The Hand Of Your Raising

Is it your nature to be kind, or just the hand of your raising?
I didn't know you before I met you, and I don't know if I know you now

It was in the morning when you left
After a night of talking nonsense
I hated for you to leave that way but I watched you go nonetheless

Now I feel red like the carpet on my bedroom floor
Full of loaded words and nothing I ain't heard from you before

Should I have followed you out the door?
Instead of holding it all open
Like the way that you held me not so long ago

I wear my cards on my sleeve, but you leave yours in the shadows
Looming so deep and in darkness do you think that I could see?

Now I feel red like the carpet on my bedroom floor
Full of loaded words and nothing I ain't heard from you before
I feel red like the carpet on my bedroom floor
And I'm not sure how I should write you anymore

Is it your nature to be kind, or just the hand of your raising?



Credits
Writer(s): Isabel Farley White
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