How can they offer the world hope if their houses are filled with lonely people?
I lift my heart to skies and give it to God and see what was meant to be.
Caring to see rightly, tenderness holding tightly.
But just another club sandwich at the café.
The walk of life grinds on stuff, somehow, it affirms the very life in me.
I’ve been watching you, the way you’re so fine
It’s not that I want you or need you at all
But I have this heart that without me you’ll fall
It’s not that I cannot live without you,
It’s not that you’re ready for me
You’re stronger than that,
But with me, You’ll be stronger still
When I take you on,
If you’re heart is beating for me
When you invite me in,
If pure love is what you need,
I’ll be here waiting
State of the world
Without you to say so would make a better world
What lies behind those words of yours?
Describing the effects of the fall in today’s world
Can you say it more honestly?
Until I know you mean it
And the hints of sincerity become
Maybe I should listen to a soul album instead.
Life is wide, within our reach, inside of it, our lot.
We are not without grasp, inside this realm,
Someone searches, with love below and high
Reading some of the romantic poems and literature that comes out of India, I saw a lot of heart brokenness in the stories, when one’s sweetheart leaves. It then occurred to me that these stories reveal much tender feeling towards love and romance. They way that the love wasn’t tossed into the dirt to be trampled over or thrown into the ocean with a million fishes eager to eat it up. I found the sensibility, the sense that love is treated tenderly, better than many romances that get produced in the English language.