WHEN I WAS A LOVER

In my young life I loved, In my young life I was loved, Love at the time was given. Love at the time was born, Love at the time, was part of life, When I was a lover I was with my mother, When I was a lover, it felt safe, When I was a lover, I would feel it, When I lost it, I wanted it back so i become a man, A man, well little did I know, but I become a man, A man's love is not given, A man's love is not born, A man's love is not part of life but a way of life, So for am alive, I loved, yet I knew love is not born, So for a man, love is not born, love is bought As a man in love I learnt hate, As a man in love I learnt pain As a man in love I understood torture As a man in love I become fond of competition As a man in love I started losing, and losing, and losing again When I was a lover none of it made sense, pain, torture and competition, made no sense. Well, when I was a lover, and now I am a lover Now as a lover I had to give what was once given, Now as a lover, I wondered have I ever been a lover, Maybe? Or maybe I thought my mother's love would suit my woman's love When I was a lover, I was right, always right... Now i am a lover For now I am a lover, nothing make sense, all of it, WHEN I WAS A LOVER, IT FELT REAL, NOW I BECAME A LOVER, NONE OF IT MAKE SENSE