Friday, February 8, 2008

This is Not a Love Song


What happened to us along the way?

What happened to the hands that care?

The eyes that cry?

The heart that hurts for another's loss?

Have we abandoned who we are,

Forgotten our reason and our cause,

Only because it is easier to hate

Than love those who bring you pain?

But the power of the later is stronger than spite.

I am not talking about love at first sight.

I am talking about the love that is rare in its kind

The one that is so hard to find.

The love for the poor and the hurt.

The love for that fellow human across the curb.

This is not a love song, but it is.

It's the love that can save us all.

The one that erases bullet holes on the wall.

It's the love that can make us cry,

When a little girl in another country dies.

This is not a love song, but it is.

It's the love that ceases to exist.

It’s the kind of love that humans resist.

Because it gains us just a little more

Than satisfying moments for the soul.

This is not a love song, but it is.

It’s the love that makes us live,

Gives us hope that life can't give.

It’s the love that lights the night,

Ends the world's constant fights.

This is not a love song, but it is.

This is not a love song, but it is.

This is not a love song,

And that is why no one knows the lyrics.

5 comments:

أبو نضال said...

Love is out there, but who can see?
who can feel it in his heart?
who can touch love's hands?

Love is out there, but who can tell?
ppl think it's a magical spell
or may be something they can buy
or they can sell!!

Love is in every heart,
but what do we love?

is it hate or anger?
is it war and danger?
is it greed that we love?

Love can be pure and can be dark,
but only our hearts choose the color!!

Maram said...

beautifully written!
thank you!

Anonymous said...

this IS a love song!!very nice ya maram..very deep,i really like what you write..(it's holes not wholes)..looking forward to coming posts..ommy!!

The father of the bride said...

Very nice, very true, this is what is missing in our lives.
The father of the bride

munir said...

hajja maram, dah kalam kibeer 'awy.