Look into my eyes you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more
Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for
You know it's true
Everything I do I do it for you
Look into your heart you will find
There's nothin' there to hide
Take me as I am take my life
I would give it all I would sacrifice
Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for
I can't help it there's nothin' I want more
Ya know it's true
Everything I do I do it for you
There's no love like your love
And no other could give more love
There's nowhere unless you're there
All the time all the way
Oh you can't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
I can't help it there's nothin' I want more
I would fight for you I'd lie for you
Walk the wire for you Ya I'd die for you
Ya know it's true
Everything I do I do it for you
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Blessings; a poem in return.
Why We're Not Here
There has been a question
That has crossed everyone's mind
It has plagued us all
From the beginning of time.
It's been asked in churches
They haven't a clue
It's been asked in schools
But they're asking you.
It's been tackled by scholars,
Doctors, lawyers, and judges
And where writers have tried
We find only smudges.
Great thinkers have tried
And tried, and tried again
The closest of these I think
Was Mark Twain.
In the history of man
It remains unclear
And the question is
Why are we here.
To help out a bit
I have some suggestions
To find the right answers
You must ask the right questions.
Are we here to be the type
Who kills and destroys
Who builds themselves bombs
And plays with nuclear toys.
Surely we're not here
To ravage the trees
The rivers, the lakes
The oceans and seas.
I don't think we're here
To learn how to hate
Nor to suppress
Enslave, or mutilate.
I know we're not here
To watch children starving
Not with turkey politicians
Ripe for the carving.
I doubt that we're here
To spread this disease
I doubt that we're here
For any of these.
So what could it be
If none of the above
What of understanding
Compassion, and love.
With life so confusing
And answers so rare
I thought that just maybe
My thoughts I would share.
your humble servant,
ancient clown
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