No hate – No vice – So nice this love.
Where is the one that I dream of?
All waste decays – so drive beyond
’til all the pain of life is gone.
Wash it away with the rain,
cascading like a million tears of relief.
Watch it all happen again,
such is the price of belief.
A weak heart – Stricken mind
Must find – A new start.
Where the clouds break,
where the healing lies
and for your sake
hope is realized.
Taking the taste of our defeat
and drink away the bitter flavor,
in a way it is where we each
lay down to meet the saviour.
In your eyes, the soul reflected,
angst and apathy rejected
for a whisper on the wind that
it’s all coming to be made whole.
Oh, and for so long been waiting,
sick of whining and complaining.
It’s a temporary fascination,
infatuated to have no control.
HG – 2000-2005