Sometimes I ask why there is no love for me
though I see love every day hand in hand
I question my reasons for being alone…
but the reasons just crumble to sand.
I seek independence from being in love
yet search every day for true love…
I need the soft touch of a woman to hold me
but fearful when push comes to shove.
I have been there, been broken then left to live on
love destroyed so much I held dear…
so asking the question why there is no one to love me
just reminds me of all my old fears.
