Fears come and go
Tears come and flow
Years thought wasted
Sour grapes tasted
Looking for happiness
Longing for a soft caress
Seemingly without success
Phone calls long into the night
Brian, Cathy, Glen, Sherri, Dan, Stephanie
Told me they were wrong for me
I listened until you realized
They were wrong for you…
Each of us hurt too much
Mistaken love a flame we’d touch
Better a potbelly stove to warm–
Our hands, Our hearts, Our souls