Desert Sadness

Here I sit all alone, with my parents here at home. My mind a'racing as time passes, the meaning of life seems nothing but crass. How I long to hold you tight by my side, but I can't, you say it's over, i just want to die. Love is a gesture that gets so abused, hanging on to bad memories, being so obtuse. I've always wanted love to work for us, but it wasn't enough, point of view, raped with lust. Have either of us had any control from the beginning? Or did we give ourselves to others for the taking? For I can't sleep or even think straight while I'm here far away, my wife and daughter gone from me day after day.