WORST CASES
(I HOPE NOT...)

I used to know peace and dreamed of sharing love
now I feel pain and dream of knowing peace
I used to know trust and dreamed of sharing truth
now I have lied and can not find release

I've built a prison, to house my heart
locked myself in here, falling apart
I dug a grave here, to bury my soul
maybe I've gone insane... maybe I've lost control
maybe this is just what they call... paying the toll

or paying the piper... or paying the price
of being too giving too friendly too open too honest too nice
for living the goodness of the golden rule
has left me lonely and used and abused and feeling like a fool

so I've built a fortress, to house my heart
locked myself in here, falling apart
I dug a grave here, my spirit has died
  maybe I've lost my mind too... I feel so fried...
no matter how much I gave I still ended up denied


who will love me now?
who really knows how?
if I challenge you, will you back away?
if I dare you to, will you dare to stay?
if I question every moment will you understand
my hand is still open, but I find doubt has filled my hand


  I used to know peace...




...an unfinished funeral...

Ric Candor    ©1998