NO ONE

No one wants to be loved

No one wants to believe in any thing

They just want the easy lie

Too much self-pride

To much hate filled denial

If you don’t like what they say

Change their words to go your way

No one wants to trust

No one wants to see what they can see

To them faith is a forgotten lotto ticket

Stuck up under their seat

I don’t want prayer

Here or there

I don’t want prayer anywhere

Selfish thought from a selfish mind

We hear it all the time

If you don’t like to pray

Remember psychiatry isn’t the same

No one wants family

Mickey-D’s and Burger King is just to convenient 

To put on the family table

But no one wants to be alone

But you just don’t want to go home

There your still alone

Respect the family tree

Don't forget were you came from

No one want to earn their freedom

Thinking it is given away for free

Walking in the heat 100 miles or even more

I would say you eared yours

Those who have it take it for granted

Making it sound like a commodity

©Copyright 2001 Thomas Dooley