My Confidant, My Friend
Tell me if we do pretend
To be a person Others made
and live our lives for Stranger's praise
Ideals of Profit, Sales and Growth are
commonplace amongst us Folk
yet when we turn our thoughts to Home
No Growth, No Gains from feelings choked
Pursuit of Love is our intent
but Happiness?.....more dollars spent
There Is Pride to achieve Another's dream
and Sacrifice for corporate schemes
Yet when we turn the covers down
a Lonely niche will there be found
to rest our weary heads and cry
for Intervention, a New ally
Do we meet to Touch Another's soul,|
and hope hearts Blend, is that Our goal?
Put Accent on the Gleam of eyes
and wish that Love in there resides?
If only we could make it "Click"
and write a "Contract", wouldn't that be slick?
that gives a hand for us to Grasp
Squeeze so hard.....now that SHOULD last
These words are written for not just you
I feel a sense of Bondage too
I Pray that love returns to me....
Please Strive, my Friend, to set Ours free :)