i wonder if they think of me
if anything I did or said
remains a pleasant memory
some are aged
some are dead
i hope my song plays in their head
for I remember quite a few
and long to love them once anew
some perverse and some -so kind
for a night, they all were mine
I knew and loved them biblically
in our passion and our pain
I gave away my precious gift
my future hopes for love bereft
and so you see
a lonely soul, an outcast from
society
a broken heart with shattered dreams