Love is not about possession,
I am not yours, you're not mine.
Yet this room once was empty and now we are the two souls occupying this place in this space and time.
We go out and come into each other's presence which has created souls that became intertwined.
We must unravel to remember that we are individuals, with different heart's, different brains and eyes.
All we can do is learn and gain  understanding by looking through our windows to understand each other's minds.
Yes we're in love, in a place where no other souls can ever occupy,
for we have built this room with the first words spoken and a touch that sparked the vibe.
Don't ever forget that it can slip through your fingers, no matter how hard the grip, no matter the time;
just don't hold on so tight.
Because I am not yours, you're not mine.

And still you're more concerned  with who's in front of the curtain than who's behind it.
The puppets are being controlled by the puppeteers.
The strings are there, even though they're thin and clear; if you're searching for truth you'll find it.

From the last life we were like this,
so meeting you here and now we're just reuniting.
Trying to remember all that we forgotten.
Did love stay fresh, or did it go rotten?

I guess only time will tell.
From the first time we met, I felt I already knew you so well.

I just hope even when we ain't in heaven, you'll still stand by my side through hell.

Who were we?

Since all things are inside,
I am the miner of my own mind.
Digging through not just to dig but searching to find-
by traveling through the dark night of the soul, and rediscovering truths that were covered up by lies from His-story that's been told.
Oh of all the things one could desire, let it be to shine a light on the dark places within that have been neglected for some time.
I can sense heaven through the mist as I try understanding it all, yet I won't get too high; just enough to see where I am to draw my lines.
Connecting dots just too escape out of boxes that have been made,
looking back and realizing that it's been me this whole time.
The deeper you go, the darker it gets; have no fear and turn on your light.
Holding onto what we be(lie)ve without the wisdom to seek knowledge, can slowly corrupt the spirit and confuse the mind.

When you're ready to receive it you won't ever have to believe.
Once you're hit with the vibrations, you'll come to know it instantly.
Wavelengths hitting more and more as you head for the top floor; out of your windows it gets clearer, lots more to see, lots more to explore. Mind be the key desiring to seek what's behind these locked doors.

And so the plot thickens, negros getting plucked like the feathers off chickens.
It's open season and while the hurt is grieving the earth is washed with rivers of blood that sinks in.
But they got blinders on as if this **** ain't really going on; not phased at all as strong black men raise their hands only to fall.
By the wayside...they lie lifeless while the people shout for Justice, but their voices fall upon death ears.
Fatherless children growing up in fear, turning tender heart's so cold; she calls 'em super predators as if her feet could ever fit in their shoes; she'll never fathom their souls.
It's gotta be the spirit inside mankind, cuz human beings don't act this way.
It's just what I see through my own two eyes; dead bodies getting hash tagged everyday.
It's just another cold day in babylon, I know it's hard to stay high when they trying to keep us low.
As we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, we can hear the screams from ghosts.
Judgement will come one day, though it may be hard to see it through those watery eyes.
In the end nobody will ever get away with   taking an innocent life.

Many may come,
yet few will climb;
not every man is concerned with what's inside.
Stuck at their base, just by the look on their face, you can see the soul speak in their eyes.
They were never ready to start from the heart; they were always afraid of heights.