Love looks lonely and broken these days
Replaced by promises that lay in haze
Love shrieks heavy and stomps the grounds
Beaten and battered with sorrow soaked sounds
Love's kind eyes are grubby and wet
Conquered with nostalgic memories kept
Love is a casing that’s curled in a ball
Once a labyrinth of bliss now a crushed wall
Love lays twisted in the cold night
Love gives up for Love lost the fight
--Randy Sturridge
