1991
Lost Saint
Alas the tale be told again
of a wandering and lost man,
he’s traveled for a thousand years
across a thousand lands.
The tale he must forever tell
of love both found and lost.
Though a man can find his happiness,
there’ll always be a cost.
Could you say that cost to dear
to wager or take a chance?
Just sit back and you’ll hear the tale
of the Saint of Circumstance
He sailed across the wide, wide seas
to distant foreign lands,
climbed the highest mountain tops,
walked the hottest desert sands.
One day as he sat all alone,
mischievous cupid caught off guard,
drew back his deadly bow,
and shot him through the heart.
The poison arrow found it’s mark,
and in his blood did flow.
It crept throughout all his veins,
and to his brain did go.
The poison it did work it’s woe,
as he fell fast asleep.
He dream’ed a terrorific dream
in that sleep so deep.
What is this beast, no it’s a beauty
that has invaded my mind
and like a speeding arrow my heart did find.
I dream of her enveloping me in her sweet caress,
I must seek out and find her, and thus my happiness.