The Love

all the love
all the love inside me
feels your breath
upon my back hand
here's your song
would cause me home
if i could tell you
of all the things i've seen

all the love
all the love inside them
at lack to wait
for its own protection
for so long
became just a memory

and all the love
all the love inside them
twisted into hate
they have no choice to
pass on the fear
pass on the pain
pouring down into the child
into the man
into the world
glued to love
the gun that's in his hand

all the love
all the love inside me
fell like the draught
in a petty ocean
had to stop
looked at my hands
and my fingertips
trembling at the thought
of touching you