We are like two countries you and I
Who throughout our history have gone to war
Burning the sacred monuments with our rage
As our children huddle and pray for peace.
We think we are fighting for freedom
As if I could evict you from the places you inhabit
Within the boundaries of my skin
When no bullet, fire or distance could ever extract you from me
As if I could return to the self I once was
Before your love transformed me
And drove me mad
For true love comes at a great price
It costs us everything
For whatever we love
We must lose.
Oh the terror
Of a life without love
And the paradox of it!
For its absence is proof of
And though we have mounted love’s causalities,
And grown old with despair
In the rubble of morning light
I still hope.