Ask Too Much
Ask Too Much?
Oh, the Lessons That We Learn
As We Travel Through this Life,
It Makes Me Often Wonder
Why Is There So Much Strife?
I Ask So Very Little,
Or So it Seems to Me..
All I Want Is Love
And That Love to Always Be.
It Isn't Very Hard to Find..
It's the Holding On, I Guess..
Keeping Hold of All My Dreams
And Not Lose My Happiness.
I Lost it More than Once.
The Love I Found Grew Cold,
But I Never Gave up Hope.
It's Just That Now I'm Growing Old.
Connie Moore
Copyright © Connie Moore | Year Posted 2013
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