As much as you try
You can\'t buy
Or Influence
Hoard up
What doesn\'t exist
My lovers\' love
Doesn\'t fit..
...With reality
In his own heart
For his heart
Can\'t give me
What he doesn\'t have
My lovers\' love
Is just sad
In the light of life
Doesn\'t want to find
The bridges
Between the heart
And the mind
My lovers\' love
The unholy kind
Here to play
I won\'t talk this time
Of beauty
Potential
The hope, the dreams
My lovers\' love
Can die, of its own screams.
-Al