If I had a choice,
I would rather not make it
For if I had a heart,
I know you would break it

Like the "Stranger" himself,
as we walk down the sand
I feel the sun and the earth,
but I can't feel your hand

She claims that she loves you,
from "head to toe"
She is sowing the seed,
from which nothing can grow

Devoid of emotion,
she claims nothing to gain
Nothing to lose, counters he,
for I'll not feel the pain

© Copyright 1985 by Alex Poulos.