Love of a dying man Born into this world Above everyone else Cares for no one He lives for himself So self absorbed and self centred Sadness, In his mind it entered In him it flourished like a disease He began to long for a cool breeze He leaves his room, and his house And goes in search of love, a spouse He guessed it would be the easy way Lots of women coming his way He soon finds out that he is wrong Most of them are sluts in thongs But then he sees a different girl Shrouded in mystery that he must unfurl He went to sit next to her and ask her name She noticed in seconds his ‘almighty’ fame She got up to leave but he touched her arm Never before had he felt so calm He speaks to her , asks for a chat She agrees and rests on his lap She tells him about her horrid life Poverty and endless strife He then describes his journey through time All his joy and living prime But then how he go lonely He wanted a girl, to feel homely the first song of this type ive attempted