Why bother looking at something,<br/>Knowing you don't care?<br/>Why bother getting up in the morning,<br/>Spreading your hatred everywhere?<br/><br/>Why bother falling in love,<br/>If love just makes you hurt more?<br/>Why bother trusting someone,<br/>If you'll get hurt like before?<br/><br/>The reason is life is a risk,<br/>Take the chances you get.<br/>Falling in love is a miracle,<br/>Something you will never forget.<br/><br/>No matter what happens: <br/>there'll always be you and me<br/><br/>Song Of The Night<br/><br/>Once mind is silenced<br/>nothing remains <br/>to keep me from falling into the night,<br/>its silken blackness enfolding me.<br/><br/>It is a relief to let go,<br/>to no longer prop up <br/>a cardboard form I thought was me.<br/><br/>I spread out, dispersing through the void,<br/>feeling myself everywhere<br/>in this Nowhere<br/>that is home to only One.<br/><br/>From out of the silence, I hear sound-<br/>a soft and subtle crooning.<br/>It is the song of the cool, black space<br/>the song of the Beloved <br/>beckoning me.<br/><br/>And I follow it<br/>Home. |