It’s been many years since I’ve held a close cuddle
Just hiding and talking or watching tv
There’s many things in my life needing pulled from the rubble
I’m asking and thinking do I really like being me?
I remember well the magic of feeling a close cuddle
You’re connected to someone that’s feeling the same
The fears and the doubts they all have to tumble
?
Has there been a time when I’ve felt content
When I’ve not had questions barking at my door
I’ve always held on high the notion there has to be respect
But the craziness of life moves me to what I can’t ignore.