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Nothing To Call My Own
If love is real
How will we know
When nothing given
Returns only the nothingness shown
Cause, when love is breathing
It surely grows
But, when love is leaving
Down a lonely road
With footsteps echoing
Loud and slow
When, again, will love
Secure ground
Throw down roots
For another home
With love a miracle
When love is breathing
What then is left
When it no longer clings
To faith and hope
You can justify anything
Turn greed into a righteous soul
Give hope to the needy
In exchange for piles of gold
But, if love’s still not breathing
It still won’t grow
I’ve given thought to proverbs told
A man’s face mirrored by an ocean
As should his heart reflect soul
And, I’ve given credence to the notion
That a life without love
Is worse than day without sun
And, that a life without love
Is fragrant like a smoking gun
And, returns nothing
Once the trigger’s blown
I know love is real
So, why haven’t I known
That the nothingness I’ve given
Remains the reason
I've nothing to call my own
