We Live In Fear Of No One To Love Us

Of Feeling Like An Empty Hole

With No Kind Heart Or Strengthening Hand

To Light The Dark And Secret Soul.

Behind The Walls Of Lonely Protection

Afraid To Give For What We May Lose,

And To Hide Our Sin, Or Let Someone Within,

Everyone Will Have To Choose!



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Put Your Life On The Line,

Give Your Hand And Pledge Your Time

To The Love Whose Lips Inflame You

Like Some Ancient And Golden Wine;

And To All It's A Start In Fulfilling Greatest Needs In Part,

For In Whatever We Dream Of What We Some Day Want To Be

It's A Matter Of Heart.



We Like To Think We Know What We're Doing,

We Always Like To Be In Control.

The Rational Mind Rules The Passionate Heart

Is What The Ancient Sages Told.

But That Can Sound A Little Bit Hollow,

When You're Sitting By The Fire Alone!

And The Rarest Old Wine Tastes Of Ashes And Brine,

When You've No One There To Keep You Warm.

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The Way In Which Our Pride Will Stall Us,

When We Know We Should Be Losing Control,

Puts Us In The Fear Of Falling And We Let It Go!

Our Careful Words Are Self-deceiving,

Though We Like To Call Them 'pretense' And 'art',

But Every Old Line Is Held In The Mind,

When It's Really Just A Matter Of Heart.

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