Manners wasted on uncultured swine
Love lavished on an undeserving dog
Within me I know they are mine
And my journey has in it some bog
This haunting reality coming of age
Makes living good a bad, ugly story
Having a new life a difficult page
And never to come the awaited glory
Some hearts along this coastal dross
I plunge to save, only to make worse
My best bet and place to go is the cross
I crawl picking the pieces with remorse
One day, I will walk pass this falling mess
Consider the path with careless abandon trod
And my heart clod in my hands to save face
But, I think reality against my heart will probe
Gone are the moments of sacred nudity
Honey, the times to live the truth are come
This leaves us with a quest for purity
Even though it will be an invasion of privacy
