A Lost Cause
A wandering soul, forever alone,
Wandering the plains looking for love.
A feeling that he has always known.
He tries to moan, only crones and groans,
Love is something he is void of.
A wandering soul, forever alone.
From land to land he has flown,
Flying and flying like a majestic dove.
A feeling that he has always known.
He used to sit upon a golden throne,
But that he had to let go of.
A wandering soul, forever alone.
No one to hold holds him down like a stone,
Love is a trick, many undeserving of.
A feeling that he has always known.
He was killed by his lover, wedging a knife into his bone,
Love is a lie, it does not fit like a glove.
A wandering soul, forever alone.
A feeling that he has always known.
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