Inbetween

If there’s no sense in dying Than what’s the sense in living If both conditions are The same, than it makes sense For lovers life is special It’s based on recognition That’s where I belong, love says This is my soul I see Forever after it goes on In its eternal spin The real love is never gone It always there within We never die, and never live It’s something inbetween We do exist, we take and give Together, out and in.