Love is not something that we all embrace,
not something found just on a face.
Love is an unwanted feeling creeping inside,
but it comes right back impossible to hide.

Everyday more and more hearts are broken,
feelings deep down begin to be awoken.
For many go through life without a whole,
like cereal without no milk trapped in a bowl.

For our days grow longer without another,
Never experience love from some other.
As some lay sleepless in the night,
others not losing love cause they fight.

Relationships come some wilther and die,
somewhere in the world there is a you and I.
Many seek this heart filled wonder,
some it sneaks up like a unheard thunder.

We ask ourselves day in and day out,
What is this love really all about.

If I could turn back pages maybe I would
rewrite some history
although what use would it do
I would be right here
upon a rotting piece of lumber
hundged over
staring into the flames

If I could show you what I see
when I peer into the thickets of brush
when I teeter on the edge of what could be
a halt to all that I know, or we know

If I could lend you some advice
take what you will
that this path led
was contructed on broken hopes
repaired by fallacies
continued on by what appears to be good will
although I peer through my windshield inlayed with insect

If I could splatter the worries upon translucent glass
under hard force I would
watch it shatter, explode into a million little specks
let it peel away with sunlight and rain

Maybe that is what I will do,
let everything decay like this log
set a blaze
may they ashes blow and wilther away
But who I am kidding,
it will be awhile before anything changes.