LOVE

 

From a bruised knee to a broken heart

Sometimes I think there are two of me

A living soul and a music freak

But the life of the soul and the harmony of music aren’t saving me now

I stand at the juncture of love and lust

The corruptible flesh made not the soul to sin

But the sinning soul made the flesh corruptible

The possibility of this confusion makes the peculiar tragedy of love

I ought not to be here, but I can’t get out all by myself

But unless souls are saved

Nothing is save

No world peace

Unless there is soul peace