Say it love
Say it's love
Holding my body to the garden
Hang my head to the post
Issuing towards your deprived pardon
This is love
Sewn in love
From above
So what's your choice
Is it push
Is it shove
Indecision still
In this love for the wrong one
Snow weeps until your soul is one
Wide eyes blink
You think it's all such fun
Well come
I'll show you love
With the wrong done.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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