In Search Of You

At times in life, when I stop distressed,

To find my wounds, lying undressed;

And pain is all that I can feel,

With no one around, to get me to heal.

At times in life, when I do tire,

Whose company do I admire?

I search  in vain, for a lap to lie,

If not that, just a shoulder to cry.

At times in life, whom do I blame?

When fate plays a nasty game.

Best friends turn bitter foes,

And leave behind a string of throes.

At times in life, when everything's good,

I'm enjoying good wine and delicious food.

Just when I have, forgotten to cry,

With whom do I share this ample joy?

At times in life, when I'm trudging along,

With no one to whom I can belong;

I need nothing, but love that's true,

Which is why I am, in search of you!