In a world filled with love,

in a sea full of men,

tell me Lord, is it so hard to understand?

Is it written in a book?

A foreign language I should have took?

Am I so blind to the truth

as I stagger slowly in my fading youth?

In a world filled with love,

in a sea full of men,

is my soul heavily dampened with sin?

Do thorns spring from flesh so cared for

or is there scribble across my forehead that says whore?

Am I denying it?

But oh...I hear it’s perfect...

Love.