the love song

the wandering poet

the open door

--

we know
(we do)

the day is crying

--

the "bed" is *****
(groping hands
frightened minds)

the child ?
why should he come here?

--

******* are beautiful
fertile hearts

we are the pure

lovers!
be real

it aint a game

we play when bored

--

we can do one thing right

we can do what's right

--

the day is crying

why should we?
why shouls we?