Write About Love

by James Delsono

subscriber exclusive
1.
We are people, too, you know ... Black or white or brown or so ... Of whatever shade or hue We are people, too ... it's true. We are kindred souls, you know ... Let us close on wars the door ... Let us hate agree to cease Let us try again for peace. It's hard to live when people hate And all they do is retaliate With mindless anger at all we do ... You know, my friend, we're people, too ... You can't desire a world the same! Why would you want that - it'd be lame! We're all the same, yet different, We all have unique talent Me, I write and sing my song If you agree, please clap along: United we must be in diversity United we must be if we wanna live. We are people, too, you know ... Black or white or brown or so ... Of whatever shade or hue We are people, too ... it's true. This world is craving unity, The people shaking hands for all to see, Refusing to fight no more Letting, instead, our spirits soar ... Love Mother Earth, foremost and first, Love Father Sun, who gives us warmth, Love all creation as thyself No more, no less ... and you shall delve Into the mystery of happiness And joy of life you shall possess, Love everyone, and what is more Love yourself, friend, forever so! [BRIDGE] Remember: but for God's own grace It isn't YOU, that broken face That you would want so much to hate ... Oh, trust me, it's not too late To put down swords and dance instead To songs of joy that emanate From all our hearts, whether we're white, Or black, or brown ... we'll be alright. So come on, friend, and sing with glee This song I write for you and me Let's stop the fights and love instead All who we are ... and life won't be so bad.
2.
I haven't met you yet; that much is true. I cannot write a love song about that which I have no clue ... I pray to the Lord, if it be His will, To run into you one day and tell you how I feel. I haven't met you yet; that much is so; I cannot write a love song about that which I don't know. So I go talk to priests and visit wise soothsayers, For, if I meet you, I'll forget to say my evening prayers. And the Lord will try us, surely, to deny; He will try so hard to make you never mine For He knows that if I hold you in my arms I'll forget to tell Him even "thanks". And, for all my thoughts and prayers, He's aware That I'd be completely happy if you were Mine forever, be we rich or be we poor ... If that were, I'd need no prayers any more. You're more real to me than any fake god Whose assistance I still need whilst on the road Towards meeting you and holding you to me, If you will, for all eternity. Therefore, whilst you're not here, I will pray; I will fast and make my penance twice a day, In the hope His sphinx-like figure I can sway And that I may therefore meet you e'en today. And the Lord will try us, surely, to deny; He will try so hard to make you never mine For He knows that if I hold you in my arms I'll forget to tell Him even "thanks". And, for all my thoughts and prayers, He's aware That I'd be completely happy if you were Mine forever, be we rich or be we poor ... If that were, I'd need no prayers any more.
3.
4.
02:54
Who has believed one word we've said? To whom has this story been revealed? For he grew up before us as a tender plant, and as a root sticking out of dry ground He had no good looks or majesty, No beauty to desire when him we see. Despised he was, we hid our face before him Respect? Please. We found him boring. Yet surely, he bore OUR sickness And carried with him all our suffering And yet we thought HIS was the illness When he carried inside all OUR wrongdoing. He was oppressed - of that, please have no doubt And yet, when afflicted, he did not make a sound. As a lamb to the slaughter, he stayed ever silent When took away, he was, by hate and judgement. They made his grave with the wicked And with the abandoned in his death Although he had done nothing icky Nor were ever lies said from his breath. Yet surely, he bore OUR sickness And carried with him all OUR suffering And yet we thought that HIS was the illness When he carried inside all OUR wrongdoing. Oh yes, it pleased the world so much to bruise him And cause him much cause for suffering But after the dark night of his own soul He will soon see his own offspring. His hope is for the light and to be happy For love's own pleasure to prosper in his heart And, having taken on the pain of so many, For him and his loved one never to be apart. His hope is for the light and to be happy For love's own pleasure to prosper in his heart And, having taken on the pain of so many, For him and his loved one never to be apart.
5.
If I speak like an angel but have no love I'm like a cymbal Clanging too loud. If I see the future And know everything But have no love, Then I'm nothing. And if I have faith Or self-sacrifice, If I've no love It don't suffice. For what IS love like? It's patient and it's kind; It doesn't brag loudly Nor has its pride. It evil ignores, Embracing us all, And never fails, Whatever may fall. For everything else Is here for a time But love stays with us Forever the same. For now I look, slowly, Into a mirror, so ... But then I will know Just as I'm known. And so three remain, Love, hope and faith; But the greatest of these Is love, always.

about

Songs with a common theme: love ... whether societal, romantic, wordless, divine or unconditional.

credits

released August 21, 2019

license

all rights reserved

tags