How is the world without love?
Does it sharpen
like a knife against metal?
or harden like a rock next to a petal
like a elephant in the meadow
Does it bring shame
like a man who has forgotten his name
Maybe it's a disaster.
How is the world without love?
Does it sharpen
like a knife against metal?
or harden like a rock next to a petal
like a elephant in the meadow
Does it bring shame
like a man who has forgotten his name
Maybe it's a disaster.