Desperate Convictions

DESPERATE CONVICTIONS - Written by Carroll Bryant

She howls at the moon in vain

In the dead of the longest night

She curses his name

And nobody dares to love her

For the power in her heart is tainted

It's tainted with a hatred

And in her thoughts, he is there

And with her desperate convictions

She vows in her death to haunt him

Anywhere he is, she will be there

In the shadows

Watching and waiting

She listens to the wind in silence

In the pouring rain, she reveals a secret

To no one who is standing nowhere to hear

Her or her silent screams

That's the situation

For love isn't always the answer and

Sometimes we can trust it too much

But it doesn't always solve our problems

And with our desperate convictions

We bleed too much for someone else

To stop it, and we show it in our eyes

As tears roll down our faces but it

Won't stop the truth from knowing

That the fury of a woman

Is measured in the pain she bares

And it's worse when in the morning

No one is there

And if that's the way it is

Then it's the way that it has to be

And there isn't nothing that can change it

And it's those desperate convictions

That finds its way into a desperate heart

The soul of a lonely woman

Is the reason that love is written

And it's those desperate convictions

That leads us to the part

Where we play the fool of treason

And the moment has come to us all

Desperate convictions of many a desperate heart

And the lonely become the victims

I don't want to talk about it

Desperate convictions

Desperate are the hearts

What's the reason that love is always written?

I don't want to talk about it

And with her desperate convictions

She vows in her death to haunt him

To taunt him

In the shadows of the moon

She will be there with him

Watching and waiting

Desperate convictions

Who is the victim here?

Desperate hearts are dancing

What is the reason for it?

Desperate convictions

Everyone is the victim

Desperate measures of a desperate heart

I don't want to talk about it

In the center of all her madness

She curses his name

Never can we talk about it