But you can’t tool It,
Because It’s written
By your Soul.
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We All need some affection,
Someone to hold your lonely hand,When Life has made you cry.
Take my hand,
That’s what we wantBut,Some dreams,Just gather, ever changingCloudsSome white, some gray,Ever changing shapes,Some sad, some gayLife is just that way,What we wantOften timesIs not,What we get,What destiny wroteIn its secret book,One dayOr even what we wishOur cards would say,Life is like a PlayWhere not always,Do we get the roleThe starring character,We though one dayWe’d play.
It All boils down to this,
Personal interest,Wouldn’t you know,Nobody does anything for‘The Common Good’We’ll be much happier,Once this is understood,And we are able to face,This Universal Truth.
Forest, dull and dreary,
I climb, climb, looking,For you, in the icy snows,My heart thinks it knows,But sees nothing Clearly.What feeds the heart, but Love?Blood, only secondary,I lost you dreaming of,A Tale told by a Fairy.Alone now and Forever,Your words remain so still,The rivers have stopped flowing,And maybe I soon will.
What good is living?
We don’t want to give up,LIFE,Until our last breath,We are seeking,The reason, why we cling to life,The reason, why we ARE.
The Loves that once were
The passion, the flairOf love never gotten,The years have gone byBut true love persists,It lives more than ever,In the thoughts,Of that kiss.