Value
Others write of pleasure
whilst I write in pain
Some value life as a treasure
Those are the ones who are all too vain
Be happy for what you have
Yes, I am
but right at the moment
I find it hard to give a damn
I stay silent each day
and each night
Praying for my dreams to stay
but they disappear without a sight
Believe me I wish I could see
the positive side of things
but I can only see what made me
I see what true love brings
Not love for sensuality
Just protection
Maybe a little acknowledgement
or perhaps affection
Some write in pleasure
because they don't know pain
They value life, a treasure
Why are they so vain?
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