Nothing

There’s nothing substantial
About love without return from you
There’s nothing so sad
As a pretty young thing with nothing to do
The best times of your life
Go hand in hand with the crimes you commit
And repent for in later days
All I really want
Is peace without reconcile
But my name’s become vile
On your lips
There’s nothing so beautiful
As calling your name in the night hour
And nothing so lonely
As that call not returned
There’s nothing so lonely
As a night on the floor with the dogs
And nothing so unkind
As a rap on the wrists from the gods
And all I really want
Is a small boat with you on the lake
But the stakes don’t exist
All I really want in peace without reconcile
But my name’s become vile
On your lips
There’s nothing so nice
As sleeping on your shoulder
And nothing so painful
As remembering my place in your heart
There’s nothing to do now
But accept where I’ve been assigned
And nothing to hope for
But your opened eyes