Wrote For One

I drive away an ogre night
Through a deep dark want for light
A bathing ball of bright’s the tired moon

She seems to shiver like I do
And, as well, she’s pale and blue
Her sweet song always ends a bit too soon

And as I long for a home
There’s a song I sing alone
It’s my soft melodic moan to the road I run
Down this highway long and bare
It’s a lonely begging prayer
That I don’t share, because
It’s only wrote for one

Love is wonderful to feel
I’ve never doubted ours was real
But love has never changed my natural state

So, I’m told I’ve lost the game
Because to change is not love’s aim
To just be loved for who you are’s the highest fate

© 2006 brent david fraser, all rights reserved