Towards Love

does sharing means anything more to us

than giving things?

does being good means any more to us

than feeling good?

we beg on our knees

arms stretched, palms open wide

for a seed of hope

to plant under brittle skin

so we can grow

a ray of sun to reach our hearts

so we escape the stone cold

a piece of passion and backbone

to fuel body with soul

so we can move (slowly with a sense)

towards love (towards life without regret)

does giving means anything more to us

than giving things?

does being good means any more to us

than feeling good?

we beg on our knees

arms stretched, palms open wide

for a seed of hope

to plant under brittle skin

so we can grow

a ray of sun to reach our hearts

so we escape the stone cold

a piece of passion and backbone

to fuel body with soul

so we can move (slowly with a sense)

towards love (towards life without regret)