Write rite right?
Is true love something we learn
or is it what is left after we unlearn
what society programs into us?
scales fall from my eyes and from my heart
and I see you
and perhaps myself
through new eyes…
Forgiving for living the past
as the future offers such promise
The cynic got lost somewhere along the way
tho sometimes i feel him trying to find his way home
No welcome may be found
tho he looks to crawl in behind my eyes
love and hope block the way
The spiral has been expanding..