When life begins we all depend on love
A certain peace, a luxury above.
All else that matters cries out loud to hear
The blessed virtue of our calm so near.
With heart and soul speak of tribulation
For every breath gasp a solemn nation.
The triggers of our psych’e common known
Will always capture hurt so over blown.
Inside a dream scape lays her pretty eyes
To fill the mind with fantasy surmise.
Lay awake with me tonight, travel free
Apart callous looking society.
Once felt a happiness cannot recall
A spiritual grace might this we call.