Mutual Compassion

 there are pleasures I can’t do without

but the dry tear on my cheek

reminds me that I’ve got to be strong

to overcome this lonesome and lonely walk --

I guess I’ll keep her for a lifetime in my thoughts

and that even if I may share my life with someone else

someone else’s love might just treat me as well

but I swear my compassion won’t fade away ----

because she’s been the first one

–        the last one ? – to take me there

and all I can do is to show her my care

I shall be strong and mainly fair

I’ll try to stay within  the sphere

of common sense and common love

this kind of feeling from high above

want it to stay ; can’t deny her soul

the lives we live constantly tear us apart

it’s the great divide that justifies my love

        -  could be suggestive, that’s my heart ! –

the key is hers and I swirl all around

fed up with this harsh life ? No, I won’t die for love_

perhaps not for love, but maybe for her

mutual compassion that must be the clue

the sense of my living, the reason for my blues…

©Mathias Oehler 2000