Dying To Love

I wish I was a believer I wish I was a young boy I wish I was still nieve enough to believe in joy I wish simple pleasure's were enough When I am feeling low and away far Not measured in distance But the clutching onto the blue Wallowing and swallowing in pity For pithy sakes So I can reason unhappiness is A state of grace A holding hand or hug so deft will touch Never to have lost and loved Than to be alone Is golden time Magic tricks like Lego brick's That build perfect partners For love lost soul brothers and sister's With battle scared heart's From bitter past breaks Watch like boiling kettles Dreaming steam engineering Plumes are angel signal's