THE GAME Copyright © 1966 Jeff Linder
Wind Walker


The game of love
Is one I cannot win.
Possibly I was cast
By fate herself
To live my life lonely.

Maybe it is my idea
Of what love is.
To me love is simple.
To me love is sharing.
To me love is soft.

If I were to grow cruel
If I treated them as nothing.
Then by chance
I too would win
The evil game of love.

But alas, I am I
And my ways are mine
. If this was the way
It was meant to be,
It then will be.



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