ThE LoVe of the GaMe

There is too much of sighing, and weaving
Of pitiful tales of despair.
There is too much of wailing and grieving,
And too much of railing at care.
There is far too much glorification
Of money and pleasure and fame;
But I sing the joy of my station,
And I sing the love of my game.

There is too much of tremble-lip telling
Of hurts that have come with the fight.
There is too much of pitiful dwelling
On plans that have failed to go right.
There is too much of envious pining
For luxuries other may claim.
Too much thought of wining and dining.
But I sing the love of my game.

There is too much of grim magnifying
The troubles that come with the day,
There is too much indifferent trying
To travel a care-beset way.
Too much do men think of gold-getting,
Too much have they underwrit shame,
Which accounts for the frowning and fretting,
But I sing the joy of my game.

Let's get back to the work we are doing;
Let us reckon its joys and its pain;
Let us pause while our tasks we're reviewing,
To sum up the cost of each gain.
Let us give up our whining and wailing
Because of the bruises that maim,
And battle the chances of failing
As being part of the game.

Let us care more for serving than winning,
Let us look at our woes as they are;
It is time now that we were beginning
To be less afraid of a scar.
Let us cease in our glorification
Of money and pleasure and fame,
And find, whatsoe'r be our station,
Our joy in the love of the game

We are all fools in the game of love
we go back to infancy
screaming, fighting,
selfishly wanting-- ‘me, me, me’
we nose around
pretend to cry
toy with guilt
deny responsibilities
we do all but the most important things
we forget to love like a child
forgive like a child
play like a child
give like a child
and want nothing more
than to please the one we care about
no one can win in the game of love
unless they choose to practice
to love without a conscience
like a child


Dont play those games with my heart
im a big girl dont get me to start
ill move on
if you do me wrong
based on honesty
thats my policy
look in my blues eyes
dont waist no cries
thoughts raceing through my mind
nothing more you can find
just give me a shove
we all know its love