Love can come in many forms
And hate can come as prickly thorns
Love can come in songs or rhymes
And hate can come with awful times
There
Now me and him and her are here
Put your trust into our hands
We
If a tear rolls down your eye
Please don
The people who have fought emotions
Could fill all our planets oceans
You might be king you might be Queen
That is still yet to be foreseen
The paths on which the virgin crossed
Are anything but gone and lost
The singers sing a song of joy
Sung by the girl and by the boy
Beauty is from deep within
Let
Let
Drink a gla** from chocolate fountains
Send our spirits far and wide
There is no place for you to hide
This song was written on a bed
The brother rests his sleepy head
Dawn will break upon the morning
With which the hurricane feels mourning
Upon the cliffs there is a light
A light that shines so very bright
Illuminating legends past
Concentrating on the task
Our lives are oh so simply short
The missions failed
We stand on pillars great and tall
Though we are minor and small
We must alter attitudes
Attitudes lead altitudes
This is the never-ending verse
Of which I must right now disperse.