Yearning, falling, crashing, crying
To be all these things, with lack of dying
Tumbling, toiling, streaming, soaring
To be all these things, in skies we're burning!
Silent, still like, whisper, take it!
Quiet things, we dare not say it!
Feel it, breath it, hold me, take it!
These quiet things, let us pray that...
Now, with words, I ask you slowly
Immortal words, I tell you slowly
Unspoken words, you listen slowly
With quiet words, you kiss me slowly
End it, quench it, hold me, break it,
I have fallen, and now we praise it
Curse me, break me, loathe me, take it
I am but love, and you will hate it....
I just want to be loved by the one I love...why is that difficult?
