I'VE BEEN HURT MANY TIMES,
MY HEART NO LONGER SINGS WITH HYMES,
I LOST CONTROL OF EVERY THOUGHT,
MY LIFE FOR LOVE I HAVE FOUGHT,
THUR, THE DAYS IN AND DAYS OUT,
I DON'T HAVE TO SHOUT IT OUT,
THIS IS THE BATTLE OF MY OWN HEART,
TRY'N' TO PATCH THE BROKEN PIECIES THAT HAVE FELL APART,
WISHING I HAD A LOVING PARTNER TO HELP ME OUT,
SOME WHERE IN MY MIND, HEART, AND SOUL; THAT IT WOULDN'T HAVE A WICKED DOUGHT,
THE PAIN AND HURT HAVE DESTROYED ME IN MANY YEARS AND IN MANY WAYS,
WHAT I HAVE LEFT WITHIN ME HAS ITS FEARS WITHIN THE DAYS,
HERE I AM ALL ALONE,
WISHING I HAD A HEART MADE OF STONE,
NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE THIS LOVING MAN,
THIS IS NOTHING BUT THE DEVIL'S LAND,
HERE I AM AND HERE I STAND,
LOOK AT ME NOW!!!
I'M NOTHING BUT A WICKED MAN.


D.C.D.C. 6-10-08 B-POD #222
RONALD LOPEZ JR.
R.L.J.