You want me to spell it out for you with words that make sense
give your life meaning and come to your defense
excuse your actions your thoughts and your deeds
your selfish behavior and your self centered needs
As if by magic I could dispense with your guilt
take away all your pain and the misery you felt
your agendas and arguments have everyone pissed
your life filled with sorrow at opportunities missed
Your thoughts and your feelings a jumbled up mess
these words can only placate or pacify at best
you look to me regardless and expect me to know
how to make it all better how to make it all go
My words are not salve or a healing balm to apply
they cannot mend hearts nor will they even try
I can only reflect what you have from within
my words can't give love where no love has been
©Dean Williams 2005