If I could bring memories into actuality,
into this distrustful reality.
I'd dream up the people I love and the people I've loved.
I'd gaze at them and remember what I realized
when love became loved.

Sometimes we tolerate the feeling of love
while we're dealing with the hatred emitting from another's hand
and we can continue slowly dying like a piece of coal in a burning fire
or we can rise up and become the flame.