• love isn’t love until you give it all away and if you don’t
    Regret will be branded to the backside of your mind
    And the true meaning of success in life will be very far behind
    And I was always tolled,
    That once upon a time a precious gift was born
    You know what it was
    It was the gift of love
    the ability to love
    It was meant for yesterdays today’s and tomorrows
    And it came alive when it was spoken

    It was painted on the objects of life
    Not the inanimate ones
    But the ones with a heart
    For those who could cry
    For all that had lived and died
    For today’s and tomorrows

    some people where artificial but strong
    Their minds strongholds of the true meaning of love
    And yes they had to give it away to know what it truly meant
    And now they rest in peace because they where the sunshine in our mornings
    Once upon a time
    A world knew how to cry
    once upon a time this world had a lulluby
    Its lullaby
    whiperd love