i went not through but around the thorns
and for it i am less the man
years ago, i did not know
i had power then that i now understand
you see, when love buds in the hearts of men
pleading with our desires to overwhelm our dreams
somewhere in between, men like me
lock away their own hearts and muffle the screams
the sky seems neutral, stained by nothing but light
noticed just after having lost the fight between my heart and my head
and yet, i still know not which one had more might
though, i admit, the heart is easy to listen to
it tells sweet tales promising laughter and lust
and if i must succumb, like all others, to love
should i believe my heart is evil
and if so, who then, if not my own heart shall i trust
don't talk to me of a life with endless offers
if it's secretly hidden behind a woman's two eyes
i've heard the angels in my dreams
and they told me that love lies
when all a man wants is to feel complete
to feel the woman that he loves' embrace
to go at life not alone but as a pair
and in that space go anywhere and any place
when all a man wants is the woman he loves
when his heart is exploding with desire and care
when the object of his dreams is just inches away
but loves him not! tell me then that life is fair!
tell me that love and its endless lies
somehow compromise to let a man succeed
and in his hour of need nearly ready to burst
that love offered him life and nothing worse
to deny a man his love is to deny him his breath
to break a man's heart is to begin that man's death
and all for the love of that one, little girl
whose father also struggled for love in this world
she knows not the trials of a man trying to belong to her
when the times don't allow him to be strong
she knows not the pain that imploded his chest
when he was desperate for her as a refuge, as rest
lying awake in his bed and imagining her there
feeling so alone, tell him then that life is fair!
we know life is not fair and that it cheats men out of life
life ages our bodies with years and wrinkles
it mauls us with weather and diseases by the score
it makes men desire things they know they can not have
and sends them in shame to die in a war
and just when there is nothing left to be robbed of
life finds ways to deny you your love
but there's nothing to do, life does what it must
because love is the thorns and it happens to the best of us...