If it’s real, then I must be a lie,
If it hurts, then I’m sure it’s left you shy,
If I’m asleep, someone must lie awake,
If love is sacred, then why do lovers cry. .
When the leaves turn, and skies burn,
Someone somewhere begins to see,
That through the forest of sorrow,
Everyone walked, the one who made it, was he.
If this path is tough, and bruises singe,
Then this road must lead to heaven,
If the tears flow, like never before,
It must be the hour eleven.
If we’re all dying, then why live in fear,
There must be someone, to hold you near,
If god is benign, then you won’t suffer forever,
There must be someone, to hold you dear.
If only we saw, the truth in ourselves,
We’d love a little wiser and true,
If only we looked a little higher,
We’d see why the sky was so blue.
Below the heavens and above the earth,
There lie many mysteries and fables,
Most about love, some about hate,
Some about being across the table.
While we live our lives away,
A little truth I leave you with,
If you don’t lie within your heart,
Your love for another, is but a myth.
When we embrace the colors,
When we welcome the light,
You will see my love,
Life is worth the fight.