I don't have a "never", I don't have an "always".
In the sand
Victory left its forgotten footprints.
I'm a poor man ready to love others who are like me.
I don't know who you are. I love you. I don't give or
Someone perhaps may know that I didn't weave bloody
Crowns, that I fought against mockery
And that truly I filled the high tide of my soul.
I gave doves as repayment for vileness.
I don't have a "never" because
I was, am, will be unique. And in the name
Of my changing love, I proclaim purity.
Death is only a stone of forgetting.
I love you, I kiss your mouth of happiness.
Let's bring the wood and make fire on the mountain.