Wise in his Own Eyes

For men there is no love in sex
It simply meets a need
Its just like hunting wild game
Their appetite to feed

They claim that all they want is love
But none of them are faithful
They trample down the pasture land
And make their women hateful

Men tell you that they’re all alike
And treat them as possessions
But they don’t understand their ways
Their hopes, their dreams, obsessions

They want to make them happy
But they usually make them mad
And they don’t realize what they have
Until it’s what they had

No regrets or unforgiveness
Love her now and be her witness