Fighting against a brick wall

I'm flinging my battered fist at the stubborn wall
But as the cracks grow the cement only thickens.
Turns out quantum mechanics is as tall a story
With lyrics as it is with cats.

In all honesty the wall stands firm, submurged,
As the pounding message rebounds and recoils,
And I stand, foiled once again by my own flimsy sword
Wishing I'd chosen a fence.

Three little words

Three little words,
Never too hard to say,
Or to show,
Not for me anyway.

Pictures of you

In my dreams last night, just before I rose,
At the bottom of the garden I spied a rope.
On that rope hung a row of passports,
Inside each one was a picture of you.

My all is my all

My all is all I have to give,
My all is all I have ever given.
My all is all the soul I have to spare,
My all is all I have,
The love I have to share.