Men; to all the ones I loved before
Life’s path has lead me deep to many I may keep
Fancy smiles and rest assured, from the ones I loved before
Pretty cars and diamond rings, sweet kisses and love springs
Many life lessons have been taught from the ones I loved before
Each new encounter hope has been filled
To be dashed to the ground waiting to be dusted off again
Pretty words how easily they flow, today and tomorrow here we go
Pretty words of tomorrow may be hold promises unspoken
Actions more telling than time of deception held inside
There are specific kinds of men in this world I have learned
The playboys knowingly unkind, lead a girl on to make believe a dreamer’s curse in disguise
He comes round when he feels like it for the good time,
And showers pretty words of what might be woven gently to the truth
His actions follow through until he fears too much his costs
And then gently he disappears like the dust
No answers to be found . . . . he hides behind the safety of his cave
To not let one inside, he finds comfort jumping about
Loving one and then another well in short time
But true love has lost his dime for his fears bind
To much work and honesty to last but an hour
To all the ones I loved before this one you lost
The heart menders love to find a love so devine
Practice the art of picking up the pieces as their love
Repairing hearts is their job, spreading wings broken
They carefully mend the tattered shell
But not too well for the angel finds her wings well
What was once is gone, as a bird will fly to the sky
They often do not trust the love they shown
And hinder it once its grown
For fear and doubt begin to find a home amongst the ground where wings do not fly
To all the ones I loved before, tis lack of faith that lost me so
The devil hides in some deceptive in their kind
All smiles and good times be had till their anger transcends
We become the rag doll of the time