We need but to be pleased by James A.Gower © April 28,2003 He turns his collar to the chill night air And wonders where is his lady fair Across the wastelands he peers Letting the night exaggerate his fears He knows she is waiting all safe and sound When he hears the hoof beats upon the frozen ground He screams i've been waiting damn you and your kind Take me now cross the river styx to rest my weary mind Into the fog that seems so endless there Straining with his weary eyes painfully doth stare Longing for his beloveds longing arms And letting her have her way showing off her charms But this is just a dream something never again to touch For now it will only be memories of love and such Why did he go and leave her there on that cursed day Why did not he turn his head and tell her that he'd stay He'd fought enough ore the years loyal to his king This was not for glory but money was the thing To fight for king and country surely was his edge And then he lowed his stand for money was his pledge He knew this very day he would be rejoiced But he would give it all to have made the other choice So now he'll sleep and dream once more of lovers come and gone And once again be born to fight and never have a home Till he learns the one true fact that most of us don't see That when we have it very good we need but to be pleased