The blues (dazed)

To love or to be loved,
It comes far away;
May make one puzzled,
And cry.

Troubles are it to see,
Pain and sorrows;
A heavy fee,
Like a stream that flows.

Fear not for the future lies unseen,
I need not have known;
Of one’s sorrow or hurt,
Maybe such deep cut.


Feel I such burden,
Release it may ye;
One shall leave it to the bin,
Do not let it be.

Can one find loving?
Does it mean anything?
What strange and weird tingling?
Is it just a feeling?

Be it here,
Be it there;
Be it somewhere,
One shall not worry anymore.

One’s love must be true,
No matter whom he/she become;
Love shall not die,
But stay through all the gore.

Do not worry of being cold,
Or stoned;
This is all from past experience,
We learn we move.

May it be near?
May it be far?
May it be dear?
May it be unclear?
Makes one ponder?

Do not be in a daze,
Or should I say being blue;
Stay strong,
God make the healing.

Not to love again?
This statement should be removed,
Be awaken,
And be revived.

Do not let such hold,
But move on,
By your side shall I be;
Like looking after precious gold,
Let God heal the torn,
Even until the core.

Remember to smile,
The future seems bright;
May the peace fall in place,
Take the wings for your flight.

Remember,
Always remember;
To trust God,
Never get pulled;
The hurt may sting,
I may not be feeling;
But I say this confidently,
And gently;
God knows,
Everything he feels;
And he loves,
Too much until it overflows;
Wonder where is love?
Look to him for love.