Depression of lost love



As this life that we are dealt,

All we can think of is all the hell,

We bring to us and what we do,

Life is something that is left with you,

You run as your mind runs so wild,

And all you think of is loss of a child,

A child in you or a one you love,

All you can do is pray to god above,

So many feeling rush on in,

As we all know we live in sin,

We find it hard to succeed,

And with that life will change indeed,

For all we need is love to see,

That we have something inside to be,

Something good as far as we see,

We must find it as its whitin thee,

And love is something we never see,

Cause as our live we wish we would never be,

Our souls are blind and just don't see,

That someone love you quite indeed.





By: Raymond C. Pickens III