Now I must content myself
With virtual love,
Difficult to do
When all you’ve ever lived for
Is, ‘I love you’.
Difficult to face each morning,
Without a vital yearning
Difficult to face
That song, without music,
When you’re alone.
Now I must content myself
With virtual love,
Difficult to do
When all you’ve ever lived for
Is, ‘I love you’.
Difficult to face each morning,
Without a vital yearning
Difficult to face
That song, without music,
When you’re alone.
But, I feel for all those,That have died, in vain,For a World that doesn’t even care,If there is Justice or despair.Oh my tears could fill the Sea,World, full of Hypocrisy.
It seems, the same mistakesThe same bewilderment,The same bad things and crimesStill hellishly, crownedAnd still around.Since we lost Paradise,That old snake-vendorWith the sinful, temptingApplesIs still safe and sound,And always gaining ground.
If in Creative writing,You lovingly, succeed.
But by now, I know,That unfortunately,And sadly so,The Forces of Evil, rule.
Where do we come fromWhere do we goWhy can’t we stay?But Love,Please don’t ever,Go Away!
Is it Mystery that does it,Or the wish for divine flight?