Perspectives

Ever since you left I've known
I'll never be happy again
Days and nights might roll
I'll still feel the pain.

In loving I've erred
Bats can't fly by day
In loving I've missed
The coming of May

Open mind's not enough
Nor good intent
Hands held out in peace
Draw forth contempt.

I see tears in other eyes
Feel another heart's ache
They see me as vile
And tie me to a stake.

World's what we make it
No rights or wrongs
Take it as a battle
Or sing it as a song.