So it’s love, and love again, she thinks
lying in the warm October sun
in the grass
multicolored birds flying around
Not just a fading memory, she thinks
I still love this fucked up world
with all the strange and stranger people in it
I love it all
She smiles, a little bit
ashamed of her happiness
in a time like this
But maybe, she thinks,
maybe, if a few more people
could feel what I feel
know what I know
maybe this world would be
better, more tender and
less violent, just maybe
she thinks
this world, these people, these skies
it’s love and love again, she thinks
and then it’s time to fly – again
