Bound

how does one love ,
how does one hate,
to walk in the garden of heaven,
or open hell's gate

god made us different one and all,
with love we rise,
with hate we fall

happiness in life is what you need,
happiness in strife is what you want,
in either case it doesnt matter,
you create your own.

can u live without hurt nor pain a soul
but keep yours intact as a new born foal,
indeed to protect your own you strike out at others,
and then pretend to call them our very brothers.

you try to heal every soul you meet,
but what if you crush their very feet,
you ask yourself that question every time in the dark,
is this what i am or is it a mask.

can i blame it on him,
for making us different,
or blame it on you,
for makin me repent

it's the love they say,
makes the world go round,
but even that my love,
is time bound.