Fooling You

If you think you’re fooling me

have I got news for you.

You’re the only one my friend

that doesn’t have a clue.

I’ve know  it now,

for quiet some time,

you want the heart,

that I call mine.

Would it really hurt you,

to admit it’s true?

Please, tell me that’s what you want,

and I’ll give it to you.






How can we all preach of love,
when all we show is hate?
How can we all talk of peace,
when all we promote is war?
How can we all write songs of happiness,
when all we sing are the blues?
Is it possible that we have confused our minds?
That we are not on the right, rather on the left?
Maybe the  gravity of this world will stop.
Then maybe we will stop.