Demise Of Eros Truth Unlived
"It is not good for man to be alone"
So I roam the crowds
Yet the ache remains
My mind assents, "the crowd is untruth"
My spirit is not convinced
So truth goes unlived
Solitude, society call my name
The whole of me is torn
Take me where only you are
Unite my fragmented soul
Make me a trusting child
Who can never be alone
