Nobody Knows Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Nobody knows what this love is all for
Nobody feels like this for too long
Life is just living each day for more
Give it its way let it become strong
You lose your heart I lose my way
Nothing becomes out of nothing
Love is for the clouds colors and gray
It's from there what the inside might bring

Chorus
Right or wrong what it is
Fruits of dark and somber
Tongues of days that we miss
In the ways of slumber
Somewhere to nowhere
Nothing to be found
Love comes to here and there
Goes around and round

Paper and glue together are true
Securing means to hands that are tied
The feelings behind are all up to you
Falling like drops each time you've tried
Everyone's a prisoner to what they make
Bring down the wall inside your own
Love is a thought some of it will break
Into the ground that it has been sown

Chorus
Right or wrong what it is
Fruits of dark and somber
Tongues of days that we miss
In the ways of slumber
Somewhere to nowhere
Nothing to be found
Love comes to here and there
Goes around and round

Rise to the knowledge know how to use it
Nothing will last that comes to fails
Give it best shot and make it to the fit
You are the smith banging up the nails
Right or wrong that is your own health
Life is never too easy anyway you try
Secure your own give it some wealth
Knowledge to gain somewhere in the sky

Chorus
Right or wrong what it is
Fruits of dark and somber
Tongues of days that we miss
In the ways of slumber
Somewhere to nowhere
Nothing to be found
Love comes to here and there
Goes around and round