I know I have neglected you
obsessed with desire for some fame...

O Lord, You know we are nothing without Love
Your Love is like the Son that shines from above...

When it comes to quantity
we are often number one...

Some say I sound rehearsed,
that my rhymes are nursed...

I grew up with Mother Goose rhymes
Sugar and spice and everything nice...

I have never written about a squirrel
Suddenly I'd like to give it a whirl...

When my heart is just a pump full of plasma
and the breath of life is restricted by asthma...

I have an obsession with the so called grim reaper
The balance of the scales of the divine keeper...

Ocean of emotion, are your eyes too blind
To understand what you could find...

At many shores the ocean seems to wave
Or I'm told I have yet to see the sea...

I would rather be deaf and dumb
Than to be caught without a thumb...

Many of us, who pretend to be neglected
When offered love, the offer is then rejected...