Love
We always inquire,Want and need.What our soul seems to feed.Love.We question,Our brains suggestion,Love is the solutionOur brain a revolution.A new heart we search,Another step we lurch,A couple steps forward,To rewind and go backward.We think we know,But it's not a show,It life,We need to roll the dice.Soldiers march forth,The compass points north,But will it take me to you,Should I surrender? Is that my cue?I'm so scare...