A Ruffle, a Whim, a Whine

Mine is a generation of relations

That don’t stay

Separation, reunion, broken connections

Together today

Tomorrow away

A ruffle, a whim, a whine

Is enough to sunder sacred institutions

 

For better, for worse

In good times, in bad

These used to be lasting words

And couples stayed, sad or glad

Relationships weren’t just a fad

A ruffle, a whim, a whine

Didn’t amount to a curse

 

We’re too concerned with self-fulfillment

Too accustomed to our own way

Too comfortable independant

Unwilling to give others their say

In a world without sacrament

A ruffle, a whim, a whine

The basis on which our hearts are lent

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