My apologies Lord
For the whole damned human race
Why I'm doing it, I really don't know
I suppose somebody has got to
In chilled endeavours Lord, they approach
And live with each other reluctantly
Each must survive, individually, alone
Should they feel they might be trampled
Love is almost nonexistant
There are feelings between them
And then there was the love within
So easy to hate
For there are no prerequisites
Those who sleep around have found
That it maintains still within
The bounds of marriage
The wonderment of making love
Is erased and gone
No more do husband and wife share
In all things as they once did
Perhaps I am wrong
Perhaps there are a few
Still holding out
No patience, no moral fibre
Only shredded remnants of once was
The romantics keep praying
Keep seeking, keep hoping
For that special one...
A life to share and enjoy with another
Not using each other
But clinging to when they are weak
The lonely weep, and still I stumble on
Pushing for a forgotten treasure
A treasure not forgotten by me
Perhaps misplaced...
Lord must man always be so listless?
Surely there is happiness
And yet man is the purveyor of his own loss
Well the whole place is going to hell
In a hand basket of mistaken intentions
But hang in there and believe
I have faith occasionally spying inspiration
A light of the irrefutable truth...
We all need each other