Didn'T Create No Punk

Person, family, son, father or aunt Tangible or not Anxiety, stress, pain… It can all be the same The beginning of the migraine. Wrong churn my stomach all you want Bait me, trick me; lie as you constantly do I getting tired of you… The game has went on long enough It’s best that we both depart for just that much. Nothing malicious, this is pure Love is the ultimate cure. But like the sun you may curse I will still swelter, warm, nurture; I can only be true… And why not start with you. The reason we part ways Nature has that ***** Faith in not your deception but in what’s real… Whew! How did that feel? Love only creates Love Dropped that baggage Feels like an advantage. When the sunsets you’ll feel the warmth of light with a kiss goodnight Warm enough to change tides Only when you feel it is right? That isn’t inclusive Enough said. So consider me weak for taking a step aside Truth is there is no cowardice in saying goodbye. Stand on principal, you know not Preaching hurry and be what you cannot Anything outside Love doesn’t exists. Until you can see every organism’s purpose Goes way beyond lifetimes, form or idea Thank you – take a breath and say I am Love everyday. So a punk God, Universe, Nature cannot create, Strength we continue to make. So the stomach may cringe all it likes Missing able to be as you say eye to eye we can play all day I chose the peaceful way. Namaste -Symphony