Number one is easy, Any friend will do, Gain a little trust, Get the number two, Three is always there, Waiting for its turn, Three jumps in, Watch the friendship churn, Four pretends to know, Only it can, Four is never over, Five begins to learn.
Love I search for happiness with each breath that I take Medication keeps me from feeling all the pain at stake I have it all, the job, the kids, the home But something keeps me from being complete.
Love Doing things to make me feel alive Using, abusing, trying to strive All that I need is a reason to stay But something keeps me from being complete.
Love I hear a small, still voice in the night It reminds of a time when my life was right It tells me it's been with me all along But something keeps me from being complete.
Why haven't you spoken? Why haven't you shown? Why haven't I felt you if you were there all along?
In the same small, still voice it says to me... Love is a choice You choose to be.
Many things are needed to live Hunger is satisfied by food Water sates our thirst Love keeps the soul alive
But those who create They feel an additional need Sanity is kept through creation The release of thought into matter
Carpenters, Artists, Poets, creators all What was not there but now exists A deep love is held for creator to creation An idea brewed, bourn, and born.
Life is not life to those who create When creation is taken from them