Revolution of the Soul

This love, this futile love Should be killed for good Untill all that's left is a void That would swallow every inch of love Every inch of this worthless, futile love.  Don't talk to me about that fraudulent Love Don't even bother to mention it, Nothing else in this world Could be twisted as much as Love.  It's easy to say I love you And the next moment shatter you Nothing could be twisted in this world As much as Love.  But Love, real good and true Should be there somewhere, Perhaps in the eyes of a dying man Watching the ever blue sky Watching the sky stare back at him Ever watching as he breathes his last Ever watching and who knows, weeping! Unable to do a single thing To keep the breath in that mortal coil, Maybe that is love. 

This is the last piece I'd write for you Where I'd pour all my heart's content Hoping tomorrow hope walks into the room Carrying a gift in a box called peace from torment. And yes, I treasure you always, Dearest You warmed my heart but imprisoned soul And yet, I cannot call you Love of mine And yet I cannot have you at all. I must walk out of your life soon To love, you don't always have to end up together Perhaps in another lifetime then We'd finally belong to each other.  I set you free because I have to I set you free because I love you.