A Longing. Part III.

What good is a heart if it's broken?
What good is love if it's unexpressed?
What good are arms if they're empty?
What good are hands if there's nothing to hold?

I'm just a lonely monkey,
I wasn't equipped for this.
I'm just a mere primate,
I wasn't meant for this.

What good is a voice if it's silent?
What good is a song if no one will sing?
What good are my words if I don't speak them?
What good are my thoughts if I don't tell them to you?

I'm just a stupid monkey!
I'm not going to bang on cymbal's any more.
I'm just a pathetic primate.
I'm not going to waste any more time on the floor.

So quit monkeying around with my monkey brain,
my monkey heart can’t take any more of this pain.
And if my monkey eyes well up and cry,
please excuse my monkey tears and say goodbye.

Quit monkeying around with my little monkey brain,
I’m so sick and tired of sounding insane.
and if my monkey eyes break down and cry,
I hope I grow monkey wings and get up and fly...