I don't want she
Yet she wants me
I need her
Yet her doesn't need me
Oh the tales that contain tragedy
Yet I will not say Woe is Me
Cause I have faith in the future
The lyricist becoming the publicist
Becoming the activist
For the rights of the heart
Demonstrating with others
So the wars of the world
Will not tear it apart
Doing our best not to get caught…up
For here is where it begins
With no signs of an end
Either happily
Or to where neither party can make amends
But sooner or later they become means to an end
Round and round we go in this circle of life
Cause once one ride stops another starts
And all because of this organ
We call our heart
Taking many shapes and sizes
Loving many that surprise us
Yielding us to many compromises
Till we find that one who completes us
That one being the Father of Jesus
Once we find Him
Then I can find her
Or vice versa
And I won't worry about she
Cause I'm with her
And the war is finally over
Her and I unite as one, as we
