Written by: Tracy Decker

I slipped a hand inside your glove - 
a simple touch, for heart unsure,
did make a shaken soul secure
and all we did, we did for love.

We looked beyond and then above
but never found the place inside
where faith can live, no secret hide
to challenge all the strength of love.

Now startled by my lack thereof, 
I skirt along the edge of wrath
down every lane and every path
that's lined with what I did for love.

So time does pass, the forces of
the universe will press upon
this once pure heart whose faith is gone
and can do naught but cry for love.