I don’t know much about most things

Like why old wounds continue to sting

Or how someone could enjoy being cruel

Forgetting to follow the golden rule


Yet, as I flounder on this green earth

Trying mightily to understand my worth

I know that love can make us cry

But we have nothing if we don’t try

Rejection is something we all have known

From the moment we’re born, until we’re grown

Isolated, and lonely, we all have been

Crying our eyes out, in our one person glen

We all seek a rock, a shoulder to lean

Another who knows just what we mean

When we believe that nothing is good

We all need someone to show us we should