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
You stare at me guilty yet I’ve nothing to blame.
What’s so wrong with a cuddle
Please explain I don’t understand
The feeling the touch of a cuddle…
Or even just touching the hand.
What is so wrong with a cuddle
Ain’t done it in years and I need it so much
Don’t say what’s wrong with a cuddle…
All that I’m saying is I’m needing to touch.
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.