Aching heart and rattled mind,
I seek a friend, and few I find
With open hearts and willing soul

I remember times of old
When love was easy, love was kind
And we were friends, all lives entwined
And we could live our lives half-blind

It behooves me yet, to see
That you’re yet coming back at me
That you’re yet coming hard and fast
That you yet want some love to last
When you cannot begin to know
That it’s not lust that lets love grow
That it’s not ours to find and search
When we’re not left on that high perch