Loss
Winning and losing is all my life is.Coming to conclusions that life's not worth piss.
Savouring victory, feeling like a king.
Never knowing that heartache is the very next thing.
I have things offered and take them with thanks,
not realizing the devil is still up to his pranks.
I beg and I plead, I pray and I demand,
but I sit here and wonder if God's dealt me my hand.
Love seems so fleeting to people today;
if something doesn't suit you, just chuck it away.
Lovers and friends are few and far between,
and even when you find them they can be fucking mean.
It pains me to think that love I will never see,
to leave me content and never again lonely.
A loving wife and family to fill me with pride;
a soulmate to ride with at night by my side.
Seeing life's perspectives through sad, vacant eyes;
waiting for the day of my heart's last demise.
Loss is a word I know a lot about.
Soon heartache will win, and my soul will give out.
B Heath Harris/(c) 2009
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