I want to drink it
Pour it in my ears
May i stand at your heart's door?
Chase your loneliness
Erase your fears
How can i hope to find you
when i can barely find me?
How can i hope to love you
when love is never for free?
If we offered ourselves without greed
this world would never let us be
Might we fly on wings of giving
beyond pride, vanity, or shame?
Or must we fall back into living
this barbaric, depraved game?
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