(The Cry) No More Lonely Heart

I have often questioned Lord Thy God
If I was put here to suffer
So that all humanity may view.
As is usual, there is no answer
Other than a referral to the oracle, The Bible, in which I'm lead.
Perhaps my ears and eyes aren't receptive
To this form of advice. My vice.

In practice and theory, I can handle
The failures with my jobs, my education,
That, in essence, the fact I'll never amount to much
Is cut-and-dry fine by me.
However, I am only a man,
And can only withstand so much deprevation
From the affections and amourousness
Of members of the beauteous opposite sex.

You may not see it physically in person,
But deep down in my soul, my heart weeps,
Wondering when its will and content shall come to pass.
I don't know the answer to that yet,
And I know not how to search
This earth for the right one
Through all the vermin and scum.
But if and when I find my muse,
You'll know, for I'll be singing another tune,
For my life will have taken a U-turn
In that fast lane toward Enlightenment,
For there will be no more lonely heart for me.